refractions and reflections

the sun drops under the rim of my eye,

into the dome of my cornea,

moist, tepid and home to images

I catalogue with each eyelash flutter

each lens shutter

focus near in and far away

the broadness of horizon curves, to

the fuzziness of too much closeness

each image captured, held

in liquid suspension, with

fix, stop and wash,

upon my psyche, heart and mind

opening me to what is, and

what holds beauty, now

and forever etched onto, and into

my being with energy, imagery,

sending me places only the Universe’s

planetary marvels possess when

striking my water receptors and refracting

upon my mind.

Kat 

1 June 2015
revised 31 May 2016