I sought once more the liquid looking glass
to see me glinting as the Rabbit's eyes.
Impossible the distance light must pass,
not once but twice, in oceanic skies
with microscopic photon fireflies.
And spheres defeat me; sunlight bends awry
and flings my image to the cosmic eye
that never glances twice, but unaware
parades before the Mt. Palomar sky.
Reversed and unreflective, I am there.