Connecting Through the Eyes

A poem:

Be it the eyes of innocent and a heart that is pure . A child’s understanding is as complex as COVID 19 cure. Unknown, undiscovered, and unaware. The shifting in the trust we have in our shared air. The air that was so greatly disregarded, misunderstood and so quickly we parted. The distance between each colleague, family and friend. Never really knowing when it will all end.

But fully understanding that this was for the best, we wear our masks, keep our distance and strain to hear instead. The shift in the trust in our relationships, understanding and mind. Is the shift that was created in so little comprehending time.

But through the eyes of the innocent and the heart that is pure, is the future that we fear to endure. A child growing up in the world so different from our own. But learning to adapt, and be comfortable is in fact our task because it is all they have every known. Already struggling to understand theory of mind, through the eyes, the nose, and the smile behind.

The mask. Closing off one third of the face, limiting the understanding of the emotion, the thought process and the pace. In our conversations and embrace...." We can not hug, high five, or stand too close, because those are the things that will protect us the most".

But with the limitations the a new literacy is formed. A new COVID understanding that is way different from the norm.

The eyes being a outlet for the emotions within. Now understood with the eyebrows, and the wrinkling of the skin. Happy eyes, sad eyes, focused and upset. All common emotions and yet. Shown as clear as day in a brand new way. From those who have a hard time expressing what they have to say. With each blink, or till of the head, the body expression off the shoulders, Arms and hips. Spreading the language from eyes to the body. Through this deeper form of understanding; which is, in fact... not new for everybody.

But new to those who are pure at heart, with the eyes of innocents in their world of art.