Floater by Caitriona O'Reilly
Just lying here in the angled sunlight, watching the leaves shadow-stipple my window, it suddenly swims into sight like a snaggle-toothed sea-beast   submerged until now, jellied eel in my vitreous humour. It could be a crayon-scrawl high on the wall were it not for those snake-tongue darts   and feints it makes as my eye flicks, frantic to catch itself up. What vandal took a house key to the windscreen? I dangle it in space like a puppet,   watching it creakily shift its nodes and joints. Caduceus- telluric snake on a stick, casting off the dull cells from its refractive coat-   littering the bottom of my eye with its pile of minus signs, its nest of hair, a worm-cast or caddis-case from which (invisibly) some brisk beast fled.