there are eyes

There are eyes to see with and there are eyes to be.

Reflections in retina kaleidoscopes tear apart right side ups.

Dismembering our recollections only to wire synapses 

maybe in our favor but probably not.

We dismiss our old crushes and obsess about decade old albums.

We see ourselves in outdated cutoffs and wave bangs.

Where did we leave our eyes?

We jump into the being ones and forget they see everything.

We think we can choose what gets embedded in our memories.

Refresh your journal and relive the week that you forgot to eat.

When in your past did you feel the sexiest?

Try on that bra again.
And fill your eyes with dew.

For Sherry

We sometimes forget that celebrations happen underground

tiny vessels of nutrients are gathered and exchanged with golden fanfare

limbs created and redistributed in neon nonchalance

creating momentum for the bloom to seduce our eyes.

We think that picking a bouquet and handing it off to our love is the gesture

we assume that life hasn’t thought about itself

that the cells of each contributing force don’t celebrate with us.

Every chain link matters in the expression of care.

In allowing the creation of our beautiful things to have consciousness

we bring the divine into our thoughtfulness.

We fill out the circle of good deeds from conception to receiving.

We’re all in this together and may as well tip our hats to the fungi.