Looking

A man. Looking. At a woman.

There's the woman. There's the man. There's a look. Peripheral second sight, senses A line, a light, or a tip-tap. He looks past, gives a glance, A double take, maybe a following look? A recognition, and a greeting? Or is it that look? Abstracting biology, Transmuting the personal to the illusory. An appraisal, an assessment. Mirror-me, looking back at me, Projecting clichés.

Are the eyes a surprise? Is there Awareness, a feeling...? Feeling... Alarmed, resigned, amused? Powerful, ashamed, abused? Irritated, friendly, accused?

All in a second. Their eyes ricochet, A reflexive look askance.

As many looks and responses as there are cats in boxes, raindrops and roses, men and women. And others. Biresponding reflexes, Fractal feelings, Layered like silted instinct. Or not. Nothing.

I see you.