Before Your Eyes
Disappearances happen before your eyes.
The pupils are not apertures or ghost containment units.
Even the sun cannot see oxygen eaten up by smoke or a love evaporate into thin air.
Disappearance is a collision when the skyline gets carsick, glancing away from meridians.
With the sun in your face, no bird’s-eye view can frame incinerated horizons.
When night is in plain sight an unhinged world appears beyond absence and waterlines and the sky hallucinates cloud oases for not seeing its ocean steam.
And the break of dawn is a disappearance that cannot be timed.
Its passing is mourned in full light.
Jessica Lee McMillan © 2021