LAYLA RUDNEVA-MACKAY

It comes in waves and stands in close

I feel

I do not see

You, rational eye informing a rational I

Speaking loud

a dominant eye is turning into

the dominant I

A reassured I

is very sure

And my waves fall still

And I do not feel

I roll. Over

Remembering that time we all had dinner in the dark before kids because it was a thing.

Through fumbling fingers for cutlery other sensations came, quietly almost insignificant.

Or after reading – I can’t remember.

Lying on the floor in my small office with eyes closed,

trying to feel the building’s vibration in my body, the distant movement of unknown people on wooden floors and Slamming doors.

Moving from the architectural model in my mind of a building seen, to the sound of distant walls and a sense of a large mass that I can feel thought.

Actively looking for a lost thing.

A thing that’s always there.

Which I cannot see with my eyes.

And never imagined I would lose.

For you are the dominant eye.

So who am I?