Lucidity
In that one blunt shining moment of impact,
when the perfect uncoiled fish-hook claws
of that great buzzard or hawk marry the stretched-
to-breaking-point sinewy hide of the hare,
does the bird change? Does the untamable
essence of that driven hunter become
that of its quarry? A sudden flash of empathy
like the flash of my camera. But wholly unrecordable,
inimitable. I’m sure I saw it change.
My fathers faintly coloured eyes used to change
along with the volatile seasons.
I’m told that mine do too.
Sometimes, I can almost feel it.
Chris Guidon is a poet and short story writer from Kidderminster in the west-midlands. Chris continues to “sift through the murky silt of memory and of emotion for one shining moment of truth” with his stark, taught and mercilessly introspective lines.