Caught My Eye

The sun is burning in the center of the horizon.

When I look away, nothing else is bright enough

To be seen through the spot bleached into

My retinas.

I don't mind, really.

That's how it should be--

I know nothing is as brilliant,

As blindingly beautiful or

As effulgent and radiant, as

The gentle glow of the setting sun,

So why should I wish to cast my gaze

On anything else?

Some would argue that I squander my youth

By not absorbing the other pleasant sights

That no doubt surround me;

I cannot say for sure,

One way or another.

I do know, however, that when I shift

My eyes until the image fades from the

Inside of my eyelids, my exuberance

Falters and fades.

Author's Note

Mmmm..if an explanation is required, just ask.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

A man's gotta go with what most inspires or sustains him. (Of course, "the setting sun" could have other, less positive, meanings.)
This piece is a pleasure to read, Ben--well done in all ways.
"Caught My Eye" ranks among the best poems you've ever written.
Exceptional work, young poet!