Object Permanence
June 14 2026
My eyes are not cameras.
They don’t record, they notice.
They don’t fix
in pixels or silver halide,
they miss most
of what passes before them,
or get distracted
by flashing strobes or jangling keys.
But I’m impressed
by their depth of field
compared to a camera lens;
the 1000 yard stare,
the self-awareness
when they turn their gaze on me.
Nevertheless, their memory is fleeting.
So few things
get burnt into the retina
and remain there for life.
But I remember how blue yours were.
Are they still,
or does colour change
the further away one gets?
Or could colour itself
be mere illusion;
like sleight-of-hand or ball-and-cup,
a wavelength
they can’t keep up with?
Will I one day be blessed
with ultraviolet
or infrared?
The only one
who can see your eyes
in all their torrid heat
and iridescent beauty.
Will invite you to look into mine;
I hope, perhaps
see through me
or see me as I am.
No comments:
Post a Comment