Between These Pieces

The searching eye enveloped in
thick battered skin, folded

around clouded white cornea,
sought to look at the stars
as it was told.

What constellations delighted,

what did he see that

caused a covenant
a pledge, a plight,
a promise.

And when birds of prey came down
on the carcasses,
Abram drove them away.

Patience
as the sun goes down

and deep sleeps fall
on every tired eye

that will possess it.