the Soul that Sees
`Tis not properly the Eye that sees...`tis the Soul that sees by means of the Eye.
—William Molyneux, 1692
Aphrodite lit the fire in our eyes,
and so those globes now stain each day.
We draw the dawn gravid
and urgent above the horizon
in a murmuration of photons
swirling and diving toward
the high-tint fields of noon.
The day saturates—we improvise
fuchsia spikes of loosestrife
and fireweed, then tangerine traffic cones
and whorls of tyre grey that bloom
at the feet of a shambled city.
Quick strokes of slate and navy
form a Shoreditch crowd; evening
shimmers oil across pavements
in bands of rainbow valances.
Once the canvas has been drenched,
store away the knives and brushes—
rinse them in the silence
of another moonless night until
we rise again to make tomorrow.
Kevin Casey is the author of Ways to Make a Halo (Aldrich Press, 2018) and American Lotus, winner of the 2017 Kithara Prize (Glass Lyre Press, 2018). And Waking... was published by Bottom Dog Press in 2016. His poems have appeared recently or are forthcoming in Rust+Moth, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Connotation Press, Pretty Owl Poetry, and Ted Kooser's syndicated column ‘American Life in Poetry.’ For more, visit andwaking.com.