Back in July I posted a beautiful poem called "The Hammock" by Tom Sleigh. Here is another one from the same book--The Dreamhouse--on pp 69-70. Garnet posted a photograph and a short poem which questions the function of perception, and I think this poem speaks to that idea.
Fifteen years in each other's heat
And you still picture me the single man
Living hand-to-mouth on my own heart...
And you, how do I see you? The question
Stinging, my eyes slide off yours.
Your poker-faced stare become another barrier--
It's as if who we thought we'd be to one another
Waits outside knocking on the door,
At first composed, then pounding so hard
The door no longer is an entrance in
But the one thing we must always keep closed.
And so we wonder what the face
Beyond the door looks like until it rears
Like mist in the steaming sun, that stranger's
Always shifting, spotlit glance egging us onward
To the verge of space where we sense love
As we've never known unstoppably expanding,
Billowing and towering through the clear deep noon...
--And yet those features burn off
In the heat and leave us still facing
The warped-shut door and what we know is true:
The sun shining impartially back in our eyes
With a light that we both love and half-despise;
Your face as it appears to me; mine as it seems to you.
This poem reminds me of the sensibility in "The Hammock" in that it alludes to a moment of clear, expanded awareness. In "The Hammock," the awareness is a more universal feeling of awe and belonging and peace; in this poem, the awareness occurs between two people who long to see the reality of the other. The "door" of perception makes this nearly impossible--much of the human exprience is about recognizing and dealing with perception--but at times the face of the other "rears / Like a mist in the steaming sun." A sun-drenched mist is, however, bound to dissipate, just as the "features" of the other will "burn off / In the heat," abandoning the speaker to stare once again at the door.