the self-consciousness of watching yourself

we think
the physics of
this known universe
are so solid.

“this can’t
happen”,
we say,
“the physics of
this planet
do not allow for
this”.

a single eyelash
floats
on a shuffling breeze.
bored of our certainty,
the breeze settles itself
to a chuff,
to a riffle,
to a sigh.

an eyelash loses
its lilt,
on a breeze
that has lost
its desire.

inconsequential;
the physics
change.
impermanent;
the Human wonders
at its consequence.

the blinking eye
gives relief
to every brilliance.