hope, the sparkle fish

shimmered the water did
a school of fish
into being.
the fracturing
of light over their scales
the playing of it
into needles aimed to
glance
upon the surface
of corneas.

hope is that.

a collision
of an opportune moment
and eyes that
are not too closed
to be blind.

cherish it while you can.

the afterimages won't hold up
forever,
the relief patterns
leftover may
disappoint,
even upset or depress.

but that doesn't change
the fact of that moment
where the universe flashed

and you winked.