Lightening Eyes.

Lightening eyes, striking
beneath slit glass and the split seams
of shaded corners or closet cracks--
where holes are filled in plastic bags—electrifying,
shocking apple cores and rotting
cat paws, ditch bound and street wakened--
unknowing still and powerful yet.
Lightening eyes mark territory,
bright melancholy yellow, it takes
wholly, lapsing on.
How could letting go be a choice?
Impossible, incomprehensible, a pounding fist
against a cage is what it is.