There are times ...

There are times we don’t
Really see what exists in reality

There are times we see realities
That are not really so

While foraging for a truth that feels familiar,
Search parties scavenge for authenticity
In the prints between fingertips and plastic flashlights
In a world built with facades we didn’t choose,
Opaque stuccos we didn’t want,
And tiled floors that hide away
A perfectly beautiful polished concrete