I'm Looking Through You
My eyes are X-Rays. I
see a nightingale that
perches on a branch w
spring blossoms, I see
a field overrun w weeds,
I see a body of fixed
water. All these things
need nourishing, solid
earth beneath them, a
sharp blade to cut away
dross, a flame to boil.
I can be these things,
or wander away thinking
verdurous glooms, winding
mossy ways. You have a
nasty habit of looking
at the surface. What
words then will suffice?
I'll be disappearing
overnight, sameness to blame.
Adam Fieled is a poet based in Philadelphia. He is the author of Opera Bufa (Otoliths, 2007), and Beams (BlazeVox, 2007). "I'm Looking Through You" is a poem from his chap manuscript-in-progress, Rubber Soul.
