Catch
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
“women.”
I
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.