Blue Spot

You're always becoming
new, now
with this blue-black drop of night
spilled across your eyelid.

A tear's weight of ink
is enough for a four-word poem
or can spread down your cheek
into the shape of Kyoto.

You look out through the darkness.

No taint of disease stains your eye.
Each glance contains all
the sky's confidence.

Like some distant sun
burning across the time of night,
your sight shines clear,
with nowhere
for a fog to form.



by jerry gordon