Things Unseen

It is here, once again, I am met with
the paucity of my own perceptions,
the sheer neglect of sound and sight –
not to mention the other senses –
a deficit with a long history, rising
to the level of a debt I'll not repay
in this life. I would need a litany
of lives to learn that on which my
very eye depends, the intricate web
of beings, those animate collections
of force and matter, who gird me
from behind and below, who guide
me from within, who draw me out
into the light of day and whisper, 

                                    "See here, you."