In Transit

Through an egg-shaped eye,
lid pulled half down,
I track long level snowfields.
Sudden openings —
a blue ravine, river, or lake,
their deepest depth
the ocean's surface.
Whiteness blows past,
I glimpse a thinner blue
above, lit by sunburst.
Now the lid is closed,
I sit inside dimness where
a single focused light
determines this page.