Teardrop Lens

Today you
glimpsed him
fleeting by –
spied him

on the sly –
gamboling,
mid-somersault,
careening

through your
psychic sky –
limber as an acrobat,
patchy as the sun

through breaks
in cloud – caught him
glancing at you
for a nanosecond

through a sudden
saline wash of eye –
teardrop
lens of clarity –

to your and his
abrupt surprise:
you grasped,
at last, for once,

just what a feeling
is when it is caught
by thought –
and flies.

.