Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

Multiverse.

And I hope one day, you meet her in some historic street, or in an old bookstore, or in some countryside field, and I hope she loves the way you speak with your lisp, and I hope she likes the films you like, and I hope she writes you poetry at 2 am. And I hope her words finally feel like the kind of home you’ve been looking for — the kind of home you’ll grow old in and never leave, and the one you never found in me.

— Fray Narte

Developing Sight

Before we ever took a breath In these months of half-existence We were blind little beings Pale and clammy like cave crawlers Or deep-sea creatures From those abysses the light never reaches Sight came with pain and the first ever embrace A face given to the warmth and presence that once was all we felt

But this vision is clouded still Skewed by a childish ego For years of infancy, we believe ourselves the axis The world revolves around In this nearsightedness we expect to be served Incapable of conceiving that others have a self too Understanding comes with a sibling or a friend A companion with wants, needs and ideas that we learn to respect

This grants us perspective but our perception remains incomplete We are still myopic, fixated on our own existence On the sudden weight of it With bowed backs we stare at the ground Feeling our skies dark and heavy overhead Never mind the landscape, never mind the company We are always alone in that kind of tumult Crowds rush past and we can’t raise a gaze To recognize a smile or an outstreched hand

Teenage years, a time of such turbulence Vision blurred with motion sickness In the chaos of adolescence But then, in this torment, we collide with someone And the world suddenly stands still It’s not that one person steadies the universe It’s that in a shared look we can see all at once That we are capable both of loving and being loved And, in this instant, our lids unlatched, our heart wide open We can, for the first time, take in all the light Like breathing prisms, we can accept the swirling beauty of life Drink it in and let ourselves be transformed By the full spectrum of its grace and misery We can reflect and hope to shine it on others

Inspired by @blacknwh1te-cray0ns‘s prompt “Sight at first love” for @poetryclub13

Jason Momoa

Whenever it rains you will think of her.