Like a Caul

Thoughts on perception.

person standing under a rock formation on a starry night

Continuous stream in perpetual motion,

no levees until we build. The mind wants

a fixed pattern, some mollusk shell against

the swell. So, we make and remake ourselves,

these others, our tools these numbers,

tests, images, sounds, scents, records

like Remember this. Color me a Milky Way

in turquoise, violet, rust, crimson tides of

possibility, a membrane across

these newborn eyes.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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