Eyeshine

I remember the world like a picture.         The habitat of trees and sense impressions,         the cover of leaves as fall spurred its way         thru corridors of plasma forest & sarsen stone.         Most of all, I saw illuminated clearly         the brash self poke of logic that came         massively when sunlight stirred, lilted         its early head erasing the world thru         sand crusts of colour.         The cabin floor, a cold dawn infinity,         was a chilblain on frosty morning shadows -         the old cupboards staring like flowers         through a break in the leaves         watched till the latches & hinges were worlds         in frozen power, dark rust as thoughts         meandering like age.         The stamped down clay, the well worn earthen crust         that met the door on opening showed         the erring calender all its interminable         days that waited, like madmen, to remind one of oceanic         time.         And, on wakening, the careless passage         of life across speckled windows saw a terrain of light -         tiny works in agility, the forest         looming bright as meridians         off ladders bristling with homuncular forms.         Door of caring, the gentle trail         left as a universe to announce         the brittle thrust and restive eves         of daytime shadow.