I’m currently in school learning to be an optician. Today we were discussing divergence and convergence, amongst other things. As we drew incident and reflected rays, focal points and convex mirrors, I couldn’t help but think of the beauty in the idea of two parallel rays converging to a point. I wrote this poem and I felt like a bit of a nerd since I’m writing an optical love poem. Part of me feels like I’m name dropping by using terms like “fovea” and “sclera,” but I like the juxtaposition of technical and romantic ideas. I like the word “incarnation” in this poem too because it has such religious connotations that you could read it as deifying the eye. Likewise, poetry (especially classical poetry) often raises the subject of a love poem to a perfect, godlike status, so I like the contrast. Anyways, that’s this poem. I just wrote it like thirty minutes ago, so I haven’t had too much time to absorb it (haha….an unintended optical pun), but I think I like it.
