When we move past the curtain of white
we see black, blue, purple people.
And to see the face shining out,
knowing that nothing but skin is enfolding it,
helps me to see that each person is hidden behind a shift of skin
that is there temporarily, a protection for the sun, something to hold
all our thoughts in, and that skin has mysteries and stories to tell,
yet, it is one glass through which we see darkly.