Does it see itself?
Does the time of day and the amount of light or lack thereof matter?
Does landscape's eye see the one who is paying attention? Or focus on those who aren't?
One could ask, what does the eye of a plate see? Or the eye of paper?
My grandmother advised, "There is an eye just for ink; the other is shared by night and dawn."
How do you know this grandmother, I'd ask. In that familiar shrug of shoulder
nudging away doubt, she'd say, "Pay attention to old trees and where & when crows alight."
whiffles through the warm-up
ReplyDeletedone up in sweats by the sea
a grimy little cottage, enough said--
the beads and tides of the shattered coast
still beckon and secure
but it is the birds and wild flowers
which wave the hardest edge--
Moving in the wind, no guest to the currents
no ridiculous appendage
to slow down the daily swim
1991 SF, CA