Undocumentable

The lens of my life

focuses on others

so that I do not

focus on myself.

Shift my gaze

to a horizon’s border

searching for sun beams

undocumentable.

I forget I am the looker,

hands clasped safely

A kaleidoscope camera

of promise and illusion.

Can I release

the cap from my lens

invert the viewfinder

to document within

the tracks of my own landscape?

What I might find inside

undocumentable.

Trace my soul’s silhouette

a balance between here,

and now, a swallow of

the world that reflects me

back to your arms.

Are they my own?

My eyes feel fuzzy

because of all that I see.