Today's poem is by Laurie Clements Lambeth
as though the lesion somewhere behind the bulb
optic nerve, optic chiasm, orbit
of fluid under bonewas a pearl
rolling its weight behind and above my eye,
there in the socket.
Whenever I turn my gaze
it rolls and shifts, digs a little hole.
Clouds before that eye, swirl and haze.
I imagine it furious and beautiful, nesting there behind the eye.
May my brown iris
be replaced by milky pearl.
(Those are pearls that were his eyes)
Staring into the glass I prod the orbit,
pry open the lids. Where is the stone?
What must I remove to find it?
Copyright © 2009 Laurie Clements Lambeth All rights reserved
from Veil and Burn
University of Illinois Press
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