The Dead-end Up Here

I hide my eyes to protect this body, to cover the glare and the noise of the marketplace and the busy-ness of the street. I hide my eyes, for these are lover's eyes — and a look into them may show you yourself. I hide my eyes, for I tear too easily at the beauty of the world and the sorrow of the separate. But they are open. Behind the shade, they are open to the womb, watching the Charioteer drive us all back home.