Iris

You don’t see it
because you don’t look.
I have peered at it
for hours.
My eyes
focused, focused
on the spot, the very spot
you say isn’t there.

It is small, a dot
this spot.
Perfect & Round.
More noticeable than
dust in the sunlight.
It glows like the moon,
at midnight.

Just look.
Look.
It is there.

So focused,
the iris of
my eye.
Round like the spot.
Big as a cat’s,
absorbing the light,
taking it all in.
There is so much to see.

This spot, the size
of a pin-head, the size
of the next universe.
And like with Alice, this spot,
this spot swallows me whole.
Consuming me,
Alice, and
my afternoon.

Don’t you see it?
It is right
there.

This dot, it is
marking the very spot.
Marking the very spot
you need to look,
to see.

Look closely at the spot.
Stop looking at me.