On one occasion I was privileged to give an aboriginal a lift, he was not signalling for a lift but I needed the company. This "gentleman" and I don't use the description lightly' opened my eyes, he taught how to hear and see the things that surrounded me.
He explained how we can see, how we can hear. We must take the time, get out of the car, don't look through the screen, listen more carefully, look because you care.
Then we will learn what's really there.
This prompted another of my poems called "Zac's Noise".
Zac was a play write by the way, the year about 1977.