Starry Skies and Eyes by Heidi Robertson 7/1/13
Starry skies are the Gods twinkling eyes looking down on their children. Rain, the angels crying for us…But tonight’s a clear night, with very little moon, and I find joy in twinkly tree lights, branches blinking blue, white, off and on. The night sky is Christmas in July. Like an advent calendar counting down the nights…chasing bites of chocolate til Santa comes. Like constellations, captivate til dawn with a point dance. Hypnotize like a campfire in July. Congeal like bottled fireflies. Jam it!
Lights flash off and on- on people’s faces. Some deep with smile lines and embraces. I call these closed face smiles…People who can’t help that their smiles are tooooo big for their faces, try to keep the lid on. While conserving, swallow the moment, like a black hole. They are willing the feeling to never end and so they pretend. Hold that one last, longgggggg high “C” in pursed lips and squinting. Turn inward. Mark has a smile like this, and I like it.
But, I like open faced smiles too. Smiles with eyes wide open. Laughter. Two open avocado sandwiches. Salt and peppered. Evergreen, expressive eyelets, starlit riots, windows to the soul. More than a retinal show. These eyes know that “Within the look you’ve communicated soul to soul” a heart to heart hug. They don’t call it “eye contact” for nothing. Feels like a fleece throw, plush terry towel pulled from the blanket warmer; coming in from snow to a house coat and slippers. Off with frosty and on to cozy kind of mornings. Open smiles.
Your eyes are clear blue January skies. Cool hand Luke, No fear here eyes. Dreaming, Jet streaming, soft and sparkly “Surprises! “And “It’s going to be alright” all in one. Convey a new day, a new dawn, a new life. A new school year! Feeling good eyes.
My eyes are hazelnut. Decaf coffee in disguise. Mocca, dark dutch cocoa, wise, loyal, staying stronger longer eyes. Thank you, sorry, alibis. Laughing, in behalfing eyes. Nice tries, BA-bye! I’m still here watching eyes. Confiding and abiding deep cool water.
Sal’s take the prize. He doesn’t have eyes. He was born blind, but with a heart super-sized. When the doctors took his eyes they released his pain. Strange, Sal has a glass eye that sees better than an army of real eyes can. 20/20 Full armor. For now he wears a shield on the other eye to cover a dormant lava tube. Dude! Soon his glass eye will move like a real eye. I can’t decide if Chihully made this eye, but he’ll claim it. We’ve named it masterpiece.
Sal’s eyes are brown not blue. He wanted yellow. True, yellow is Sal’s favorite color even though he hasn’t seen it. Maybe when he cleans it, it will take a look around, playing lost and found. Soon he’ll have both eyes glassy. I think this blessed. Not being sassy, but when he plays marbles and needs a shooter, he’ll simply pop it out and boot’er. Winning steelies left and right. Then naming them Maytag, Whirlpool, Amana. Upright. Straight up! Don’t be alarmed if he wants to touch your dryer. Cause he’s window shopping, not buying. Da, da da da dad duh duhhhh. Duh duh da. da.da.da.da.duhhhhhhh. I love Sal. He is a miracle man.
I sing…..“I wonder if one star will shine far brighter than the rest..Will daylight stay the whole night through will songbirds leave their nest…” When our Lord comes again, he will greet Sal… and I’m convinced that he will heal him, and give him eyes to see Heaven and earth and all who love him. The best prayers are children’s. And aint it great when their prayers are answered. We find hope where faith follows faithfully. And where love is, there God is also.