Your Wink                                                         

            I chose the coast
            Along the harbour’s verge that night
            To break the spell of open seas
            And found a nest of rock
            For looking back

            The ring of shoreline light
            Appeared to close, at times,
            And then recede around the waters,
            Making less and more of their expanse

            Steadily I gazed, and long,
            Upon the still commotion of
            This earthly aperture, 
            Relentlessly opaque

            I know eyes widen from the dark
            And for desire, and too,
            That tricks of lensing and anatomy 
            Enhance their size – perhaps that’s why
            I overestimated depth

            And failed to heed
            The glory of your wink


             Emanuel E. García, Sojourns2014