TO SEE Poem by Jacob Groot

Being visible did not give succour,
what was seen did not save, the vision
veiled the point of view, perspective drew
across the visual range like fog, and yet

you continuously knew you were a part
of what you observed, your participation
being a statement, your message had
mercy, your attention took note of

a lack of it, you hadn't any desire
other than to be looked after by what you took
heed of, what you actually wanted was to make
what was noticeable notice your skills

in noticing things, in fact you required
that the river run you, the wind drop
you, the grass settle you down, the prayer
hear you, that you'd give thanks:

thanks to the share in all the profusion
granted you in the thus created inclusion
within which you withdrew in elevation
by receipt of repayment of dividend

in wishes manage one's seeing - neither
farewell, nor victory, nor arrival
necessary, nor any old dreams,
but a new, tough, consuming kind of

desire: like learning to admire