In the Dilation of Eye

We chilled for three days. 

But when you started staring 

out my back windows into the woods,

I knew I had to return you to the wild. 

You have eyes that can mirror earth or sky, 

that hide in your environment. 

You are oak leaf and grass, aqua and azure.

Take me with you. 

Let me swim in your iris 

and the well of your pupil 

toward horizons and the trees.

Vita Brevis, August 2020