this body’s franchised to me
on uncertain lease
slippery to grasp or
approach frankly
after uncertain time
i begin to admit i’m seeing double
images
echoed by their identical other
make it hard to tell
reality from illusion
is seeing believing
or believing seeing
whose i is this through which i see
knowing the essential invisible
a willingness to cross the divide
me in here you out there
out there
out there
two falcons
over bright beech leaves
tumble down the sunfilled air
disrupt the neighbourhood’s pecking order
crows' voices crack each i open
remove a block away
the falcons prey among pigeons squirrels
small songbirds
kree kree kree
punctures balloon of normalcy
in here
life jiggles its particular form
where i end and you begin
space between us
sometimes voice and touch can’t span
so bottled up
when we meet we’re rattled
prisms in your lenses
the optician declares
will gift you a single i
she doesn’t address why
i’ve begun to see this way
thinks it
inadvisable to leave
undoctored
i beg to differ
if you want something to shrink
first you have to let it grow
between two i’s
gap’s widening
father i of light i cover with a patch
suddenly neck swings back
mother i of dark stays put
receives world other i’d been snatching at
registers squiggles of light
in heightened space
receiving i and world tango
of my land
think
sucked away
mind we see lodged in head
nothing inside that’s not
from beech tree
falcon drops
small creature swoons into death
thousand white feathers
like snow
then one morning
most clearly
through telescope
i see one falcon
alone
on highest branch
kree kree kree
head turns on shoulders
scans sky
baby beak
small as picture hook
searching
searching
searching
i’m sure
for greater mother
kree kree kree