Seeing

My father tried to show me the planets and stars.
See, just there. It looks like a dipper.
Follow where I’m pointing. No, a little to your right.
Yes, the telescope is adjusted properly.

But, I couldn’t see the pictures they supposedly made.

I tried to show my father the faces in trees.
See, just there. No, up a bit.
That’s just the leaves, the way the sunlight filters through them.
See, it’s gone now that the sun has moved.
How else can you see unless something shows it to you, I wondered?
There’s no such thing as a face in a tree.

But there is, I thought. I know because I see them.
I look; they look back.
Something the stars and planets never did,
At least for me.