by Lynn Caldwell
sees clear
like glass
open, like air through walls
around
closedshut doors.
I am looking
without seeing
my eyes
closedshut–
open.
wind’s eye
cloudless
glass-sharp
glinting green
amber, sapphire.
my eye
blowing open.
Author’s note: The English word window is from the Old Norse wind’s eye.
Lynn Caldwell’s work has appeared in The Antigonish Review, Crosswinds Poetry Journal, and The Irish Times, where she won March 2019’s Hennessy New Irish Writing Award. Her work has also been featured on Irish radio’s Sunday Miscellany. Lynn is a Canadian who calls Ireland her second home.