My green-eyed sisters
feel a             connection
to the earth
I will never understand it
but I             can’t help but feel it.

My mother
leans into the sky
basking in the June sun

coated in Coppertone and
laughter lines

My father
rolls his own moss-green
eyes     as if to sigh


watch with woman-eyes
they need my
nimble hands
to insert      corrective lenses
they pop in with ease, my

curable disease.

this tells me,

That Mother Nature
is maker of no mistakes
that we are not             “oops children”

that perhaps light expands
beyond the halo of your eyes
beyond my family
under the car that isn’t mine
over these walls

Past your ability to see it

but if you’re lucky,

you can catch it.