
Claire Tolles
Peephole Soul
Returned, re-lived
I see again,
that which you saw first
Back and back
a peephole soul
I, a new picture
And then, again, at the start
What was given, I return to you
I return to you what was given
You appear when I appear
and then the same again
I’m a doorway, nay
A window.
A way to see but not ahead
I am your eyes looking back
But break my gaze and look to another--
A beauty of reptilian stares,
and risk the turn to stone