Its sphere an atmosphere of clarity
perhaps like seeing God’s eye envision
each creation’s birth—sight a rarity
for us humans, don’t you think? Precision
in geometry. Transparent skin’s curve
a screen of reflection for whatever
light encounters and conveys, its sleek swerve
reducing and distorting with such clever
focus, we’re forced to question every view.
I even wonder about you—clear orb
landing on your eye lash, like residue
from a god’s tear, his captured gaze absorbed
with your azure iris forcing his hand
to flash lightning bolts at your mute command.
Roger Armbrust
August 1, 2014
