Windows

I’ve heard for eons that eyes
are windows to the soul
but I’ve never experienced someone

peering through that window—
my window—until you
and it makes me wonder if

Maybe I’d forgotten to pull back
the blackout curtains when I woke
some morning long ago or if

Maybe it was coated in pollen
like a car in spring and
needed to be cleaned or if

Maybe the sun was always
shining at an angle that made it
impossible for anyone else to see in…

Whatever it was, you pushed past
and saw through—you see through—
you always do, the smallest differences

Like the hazel flashing golden flecks
when my whole body lights up
with your laugh flowing through me

Or the dancing shadows that I try
in vain to hide, to protect you
and us, from any moment of unhappy…

The moment something—anything—
changes in my mind you see it,
you say, in my eyes

You care enough to notice,
to peer through my window
and to say what you see

And that is how I know
more than any other time
that I am loved and my soul is seen