Knowing

They see my flower arrangements,
my Buddha altars,
read my eloquent letters and poems,
and think that's really who I am.
I so want to be known,
truly known,
said the Poet with great longing.
Oh, I have beautiful red
and yellow leaves
in the fall.
Gather me into your arms
and you will get to know me,
said the Poison Oak.
They say felines are mysterious.
Look into my eyes and I will show you
just what I want you to see,
said the White Cat.
Love me so or leave me.