Invisibilities

The arresting eyes of an animal- its lashes pull at my wrist,
I grab it with my other hand as if my body, that feels like this
looks like that, could do anything against an eyelash.

Do you remember blowing eyelashes off an open palm,
making a wish? I do. Because I was the only one not pretending
that it flew away to a far place, the only one who pointed
at the mud- look, there is our wish, dirty now.

I've been used to animals being alarmed in your presence-
squirrels, birds, deer- it is when they act like they can't see,
don't care, that I feel one with one thing & then everything.

like the flowers that you say are soft, without touching,
in a sense of air- voiceless sounds that are two things plus a smile.