eye see

eye can see with new vision

eye can see the division lines
in the atmosphere
the elemental lines that divide
this particle from that
the swirls in space
those lines which order
the world + universe
our perspective—mine
anyway

eye see the invisible bullseye
the lineations in the hawk’s current
the particulate pixels streaming
from it’s red tail
the rust to brown eddies
in the convection
the wake diluting
to hiss

eye see the sharp arrow
of declination as it strikes
the mourning
dove

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 145

Day 4:
Start: Carmel, NY
Finish: Dobbs Ferry, NY
Miles: 42.37

What I’m Reading:

But I happened to look inwards among the machinery of our roundabout, and there I saw a slobbering cretin grinding at a wheel and sweating as he ground, and grinding eternally. And when I perceived that he was the author of all our speed and that the music was of his making, that everything depended on his grinding wheel, I thought I would like to get off. But we were going too fast.

— Aldous Huxley / “The Merry-Go-Round”