Parallel Tracks

I know a baby whose eyes
hold steady as the trains
that whistle in the night
unsettling
what does he see
past the screen I constructed
to my very soul?
to really gaze in a person's eyes
to hold unswervingly
beyond a passing glance
vulnerability
letting go of what I expect
opening my heart to see
and be seen
I cannot see what he sees
I cannot know what he thinks
when excuses die upon the lips
I still myself to just be
to really look in another's eyes
the steady baby teaches me
the price of open windows
will I see love?
will you?