What do you see when you look at this photo? We all have habits and how we look at things is a reflex we rarely consider.
A good friend has me rereading Arun Kolatkar these days and his vision is inspiring. He does not wear rose coloured glasses but he does not look away from the grittiness of reality.
In 'An Old Woman', she is looking for money but becomes the hills, the mountains, the world around him. Read this poem again. Is there a person around you whom you don't always see? Can you slow down and see them and let them see you? Can you allow yourself to become 'so much small change' in their hand? Maybe this is your poem, or just a new way of seeing.