With Wider Eyes

In the pools, reflections , colours, gleam Like watercolour paintings in a stream Another world, a mirror to our lives A way to extricate us from the cave People have distinctive motions,shapes When vision’s poor the curve, the back, display I recognise you not by face alone But by the pictures you make in the rain Wandering down the avenues and lanes The eyes are open wider, vision’s gain The little muscles slacken round our eyes We see the broader images come by Wandering with no haste we see far more Our inner eyes have opened like a door