often times

often times we are blind,
we do not see hurt
or hunger or need

we have transfigured ourselves
into self-serving morsels
that we name the individual

often times we must see
that we are not just a leaf
but we are the whole tree

even when the wind tears us
away and the cold makes us small
we are still all one, not a part

often times we are blind
that others are us
and we are them.