I Write The Human Face

I write the human face.

As I write, I cry tears from deep inside me, from a place an old friend calls, "The eyes of the heart, the ears of the heart.”

I see there.

I hear from there.

I write from there.

I write brown eyes full of kindness.

I write brown skin beautiful.

I write hands and feet calloused.

I write smiles/sonrisas the sunrise, the sunset.

I write tattered clothes and battered shoes.

I write rosaries, repaired thousands of times, a reminder that God is in every person in every moment of every day.

I write hunched shoulders from so much writing.

I write deep wrinkles on the forehead and around the eyes.

I write with broken hands that heal.

I write in the morning light.

I write in the night darkness.

I hold life closely.

I write the human face.

Trevor Scott Barton, Left Foot Poems, 2022