outasight

i’m sitting with an eyepatch qualm
hoping the pain of light will

sink into the blossoming awareness
of my beloved lake. honking

erupts: geese depart or arrive.
i’m attuned to sound waves,

exquisitely woven by a silent
cast of sentience, all these unseen

beings. i carry yesterday’s scars:
tender cornea scratched by

an eager book shoved into my
eye, contrite child running for ice,

holding my hand, “it’s better now,”
invoking the power of intention.

all the saved podcasts treasures
just for today. i celebrate twists

and turns walking my highest path,
declare with joy behind the black

silk, surely amazing sights await
my newly opened gaze tomorrow.

Inspired by: sentience, qualm, slow, cast and a scratched (ow!) cornea.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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