Look

‘Look, Mom.’ ‘Look at me.’

The words echo in the distance as I sit fixed on the rectangle of light. Images have me trapped as they move in an upward stream.

I am looking. But looking for what?

For something to fill that gap. To distract me from the noise within. And around. The clashing thoughts and feelings.

For something to lift my soul.

Searching… to feel greater. To myself. And to others.

Looking for what?

Meanwhile…

There wait those little eyes.

That calling soul.

Eyes looking at ME.

Searching to be seen. To be noticed. For signs of greatness.

When shall these two pairs of eyes meet? And be satisfied?