INSIGHT


I came home one day with different
Eyes, nobody noticed, but then
No one ever did.
They were large and luminous, my eyes.
I began to see in black and white,
More clearly after nightfall.

Outside I crawled on all fours, nothing
Frightened me.
The clouds were made of
White sails, they’d carry me off.
I was less bored then.

Years later, my mother noticed
I was not quite myself. I’d
Stand perfectly still all afternoon,
Waiting.
Slowly my fingers would grow tiny claws,
Evening would erase me,
She’d call my name once or twice, then
Give it up.
It was time for a beer.