It was time for the eyes to have it.
To caress each and everything
in the universe. Through binoculars,
telescopes. Microscopes, kaleidoscopes.
Let colors create different worlds,
from birds in feathered nests to microbes
hatching in water. The stars are out there,
ready for their closeups, while dirt
contains so many beautiful creatures
never seen. Even bare eyes can crawl
under fridges to see muck and dirt,
or hit the highest peak to view a landscape
beneath them. Once these things
are witnessed, it’s up to the mouth
to express the visions through sound.
The slow-moving pen to sketch letters
that mean more than what’s written.
Close the book, take your attention away
from the screen. The visible transforms
your personality. It spins through neurons
in a fast-moving charge. You won’t
forget seeing what you haven’t seen.
© 2017 Donald Illich
Donald Illich has published poetry in LIT, Nimrod, Sixth Finch, and other journals. He lives in Maryland.