A Trivial Attempt to Understand Others

All I see is determined by the heart beats of others.

My eyes merely fixed on a dark green sonar screen,

Mapping the landscape off of the warm beats of hearts.

 

A permanent picture of scenery is out of the question.

What is visible and what is not changes every time I send a frequency.

The acoustic location of life changes as heart beats come and go.

Some are so strong I feel as though they are in reach

Until the tips of my fingers tap the glass of my screen.

 

When there’s no one around, I am blind in a world

With nothing to see.

One faint signal way off in the distance.

Gone before I reach it.

 

Do all eyes work the same?

If I was the one heart beat way off in the distance,

Would anyone come for me?