My magic eye sees the sticky beak of a baby chick
before the eggshell has broken.
It can catch the sun as it squints
and the stars as they wink at me.
My magic eye has discovered an unnamed planet
spinning at the edge of the galaxy.
It watches a woolly mammoth give her last sigh,
then sink gently beneath the ice.
My magic eye stares hard at the soft hairs
vibrating on an ant's belly.
If you have scribbled your secrets in a diary,
my magic eye will have read them.
Yesterday it spied on your nightmares
and tomorrow it will spy on your dreams.
My magic eye is wide, wide open.