Is it only dullness,
the courage the eye
requires to watch itself,
white circling hue
circling black? Perhaps
a life of seeing
greens infinitely shaded
teaches us to take
the shock of the red
without equanimity
or as a joke. Morning
headache, the renewed
blur of sense, release
of energy, all that
awakening can make
of itself, explains,
“You’ve come this far.”
To take responsibility
for the rainbow beneath
the water glass, or
the dogs we’ve run with
all night long, we
must make a choice:
watch the light blister,
or close our eyes tight.
