Vision Happens Regardless of SightBy Nicelle Davis
December 03, 2011
Dear O, I’ve been told drink makes
truth froth from a soul’s center.
When we first met you slurred
your words—said I had eyes
bright as birds—how you wanted
to hold flight.
I thought you were making a punch
line of me—how as a child a tree
branch stole my eye.
So, I handed you my glass globe
replacement and left. I never
expected you to follow after me—
knocking on my door with gifts
of return— explaining how you
loved to play marbles—entering
me with my eye in your palm—
seeing my face, not as a void,
but a window.
first appeared in Ampersand