Most of the time,
they don’t seem to notice
that I’m sitting there,
in my car, or standing there,
on the road above,
taking their pictures.
Once I caught a reflection
of my car in an alligator’s eye.
But every so often,
just when I think I’m invisible,
a bird, a tiny Green Heron,
perched on a reed,
or a Sandhill Crane, still dozing
in her nest, but ever present to threat,
will turn and look at me,
and, I believe, see me.
Lord, I know You watch us,
but I wonder how often You beg
us to turn and see You.
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