i want

a glimpse of anyone who doesn't try to make their own space, who doesn't try to fill their body with their body, who doesn't mask their face with some face, who doesn't speak out instead of in, who doesn't want to show their show, who doesn't care for their words or want their want, who remembers how to let in that homeless moan, some wandering wind, not high or low or dark or light or anything. who remembers they aren't there. who just lets a lot of things go and isn't so pushing a thing that can't be pushed. only a quick look of the little touch or hands down and folded or the moon cutting the rain or the run the dogs make in snow.