Did You Hear About Him?

Did you hear about him?

I heard he’s hard to understand

In times of trouble

He is more palatable

Without love of things

In our common world

Reaching always toward

That which evades a short sight

My mind wanders

Over his small hands

As his eyes wander the room

He sees through no one

Because he sees nothing

In people but symbols

Of something more

Than their measured days

We choose to forgive him

At our discretion

For to be in his presence

Is to be a measurement

Of something else

We belong to him

For as long as his eye chooses