With Apologies to Jake

I stood in the temporary refuge, like a prisoner grateful for the protection of the bars
Trying to attend to their eyes, trying to see what He saw in them
I know how hard it can be, like detecting subtle movements from the corner of the eye
The fleeting glimpse that is offered so sparingly is caught only by full attention now
Waves of fear wash over my attention…straining again…but I have to go back out there…so weak...look again...