just as the light softens on
some eyes
from the shadow of its hand,
they brighten.
finally sees I
how hazel hides and
chants out at mine.

just as the cones are starved
and placid
the details of sound lull the light
to sleeping.
simply and calm,
opposable you wrap
and harmonize into this song.

and a paradox of softness
and hardening. an upper class
of peasants. a culture of
North Americans.