Sometimes you turn away your gaze for a moment
the light too strong for your eyes
then look back and the world’s changed
into something sharper, more beautiful
something urgent and pressing
but sometimes into something indecipherable
that doesn’t belong in this time, this place
but to a sentient landscape
to a prehistoric race
who knew what they saw
Just as an aside, do you see what I see? I’ve emphasized the “eyes” alone for better clarity.
Hmmmm. She does seem a bit abstracted, doesn’t she?