Displacement is the lens.
On the other side you’ll find nostalgia
for things that weren’t.
This parallax view is more
than a trick of the eye —
You bent the light, casting shadows
as long as days.
You were the prism. You were how I saw the world. You were the sun.
Today I will work on discovering
needed reflection – counter-balanced, promise
held in fractured glow.
Tomorrow I will open both eyes.
caroline ridgway 