squared eyes

i see into you through the angles of what you show me

hiding colour and possibility

like jewels in glass cages who have forgotten they, too are Earth medicines

older than rivers

 

i can feel no escape from these boxes

containing the whole world

as you would have it

stripped of any life that doesn’t serve you

 

why can’t i have circles?

my eyes are circles

our conversations about change are, too…

so you keep on forcing me out

to see the world in boxes

(c) r. l. elke