parhelion
ovenbird
In
the
afternoon
,
when
the
day
turns
its
face
towards
my
bedroom
window
,
sunlight
splashes
against
my
eyelids
.
With
my
eyes
closed
I
watch
the
shadows
shift
.
I
sense
the
moments
when
the
wind
pushes
the
leaves
aside
and
lets
the
sky
come
through
.
It's
the
same
with
you
.
Time
is
too
thin
a
thing
to
keep
me
from
feeling
the
shape
of
you
moving
through
the
world
.
Distance
fails
to
darken
the
dappled
pattern
of
your
heart
.
Your
face
is
almost
too
bright
to
behold
.
You
are
a
light
refracted
by
ice
,
sun
shattered
by
hexagonal prisms.
You
are
the
afterimage
that
flares eternally
in
my
mind
’s
eye
,
never
further
than
a
blink
.
251006
...
ancasa.reyn
i
learn
so
many
new
words
from
you
.
251007
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from