StargazingTriangulation is its own form of peer review,
she says to me, absentmindedly.
Except we call it parallax.
I'm my field, we call it subject position
or point-of-view: as good a reason as any
to doubt the existence of an objective reality.
I place the palm of my hand over my right eye,
then my left. The world steps to the side,
as if making way. Objects closest to me
adjust the most. The right eye doesn't know
what the left eye is seeing, but somewhere
in this skull of mine the images merge.
In my field, we call this revision.
The stars don't seem to change at this distance.
She goes on to explain the largest parallax
we have is the earth's orbit. Imagine
the patience it takes to wait six months
between measurements
. Imagine the differences
between what she sees and what I see.
Imagine the distance between our two bodies.

Copyright © 2011, Andrew Rihn

Image Credit: David Johannes, some rights reserved

Andrew Rihn is the author of several slim volumes of poetry, including the recent chapbook Outside the Clinic (Unlikely Stories). He lives in Canton, OH and can be found online here.