The curvature of the eye
marred by irregularity distorts.
Rain falling through the aqueous arch
prisms, propelling points of light
skyward, produces an aura most saintly.
Sunlight swallowed by the curve
curls sensuously, rising ever skyward
from the steaming fecund surface
of earth and sea to join on wayward winds.
The curvature of the eye
marred by irregularity distorts.
The child looks out and up
into the parental face, through the lashes
of this imperfect form and settles, smiling.
knowing no norm, only accepting the is.
The adult cut and crisp, dried, and molded
cries, mourning their losses and their imperfections
denying, with a stubbornness born from naming.
Name nothing, for in not naming, the eye can accept,
accept, all things as beautiful.