Eyeshine

    I remember the world like a picture.
    The habitat of trees and sense impressions,
    the cover of leaves as fall spurred its way
    thru corridors of plasma forest & sarsen stone.

    Most of all, I saw illuminated clearly
    the brash self poke of logic that came
    massively when sunlight stirred, lilted
    its early head erasing the world thru
    sand crusts of colour.

    The cabin floor, a cold dawn infinity,
    was a chilblain on frosty morning shadows -
    the old cupboards staring like flowers
    through a break in the leaves
    watched till the latches & hinges were worlds
    in frozen power, dark rust as thoughts
    meandering like age.

    The stamped down clay, the well worn earthen crust
    that met the door on opening showed
    the erring calender all its interminable
    days that waited, like madmen, to remind one of oceanic
    time.

    And, on wakening, the careless passage
    of life across speckled windows saw a terrain of light -
    tiny works in agility, the forest
    looming bright as meridians
    off ladders bristling with homuncular forms.
    Door of caring, the gentle trail
    left as a universe to announce
    the brittle thrust and restive eves
    of daytime shadow.