The Seeing

What do you see in the narrow black intimacy?

So securely set in the immaculate box, cleaned
And scented, craned down deliberate, and slow as a sunset.
And the dim horizon reduces in your omniscient eye.

Shall I, one who endures in the light, tell you?
I have nothing to say.
This is the Stoic’s moment:
The one he could not fear and yet keep his soaring rhetoric
Afloat atop the refracting surface.

Would peer down and into it, you, with lingering gaze? Careful.
All our kind’s moments are of the surface: earth and water and air;
Light and motion. Beware the cave and sea and pit;
Be wary of descent.

Do not engage the moment of going down
With opened eyes.

© Rhett Talley