i see — with the light
with each season
and my mood, i see
differently —
my eyes change
with the afternoon
with the wane of the sun
the see a shimmer of
skin
in the shadows of a
a candle
my eyes alight
inside the twisting fire
but in a lens
they blink
and the world becomes
bigger and smaller
at once when
they see in macro
the extraordinary
ignored in everyday
the eroticism of a flower
the iridescence of a beetle
caught in the estrous
of the moon
i see cranberry — white
in bloom, the iron history
of a ship flaking in dry dock
amber seep from a lodge-pole pine
the forests of dried up
moss and lichen
textures on the air
the boulders of grains
upon a crab wet with the tide
i see the clairvoyance
of the day
in a raindrop upon the morning
daylily bent in slumber
i see the ephemeral
hair upon a caterpillar
hungry on a leaf
dusty butterfly wings
or the drunk feet of bumblebees
heavy with sticky sedum
or the crocus birthing the spring
i see love reflected in the darkness
of an eye
closing upon the world.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.