Flood of light enters this world though your eyes. There is no separating your face from the voice that comes and holds me gently in your presence. And though in pictures I saw your ears were large and stuck out, now whey are a perfect size. I love how covid gave you a beard. I wonder what I would think of it when I was a kid. There are creases by your eyes where the jokes you made and the smiles ...

Up and up

In and out

Simplifying what inner in-ness

Can’t touch on

When eyes squeeze open

And light shifts

Shades swiftly frenzied from

Their final resting place...