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
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