Staring

Staring at the sun In hopes I might go blind. I once saw a bird Push its child from the nest In hopes it might fly. It fell without grace, Crashed into Earth. A kid was watching with her mother. The mother said the baby was alright And the child believed her. But that bird looked dead. The mother flew off. What you see Is what you want to see. We’re all lucky if we compare to the right thing. We’re all unlucky if we compare to the right thing. Thank God, I can still see.