“The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout
nature this primary figure is repeated without end.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I see
within
the trapped
circumference
of an eye
a vision
circumscribed
upon
a watchful
ever-present
optical illusion
which shadows
still clarity
like a hand
lightly tapping
one time
and no more
the cold surface
of a pond
each of us
awaits
the executioner’s
rough
circle
to pull
our life
tighter
upon a
center
like an iris
opening
to light
paralleling
the pattern
of the earth
planets
sun
and stars
if only
in the slow
moment
it takes
to exhale
(September 2, 2014)
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