At Some Point, in the Sunlight

In the sunlight moving
through leaves scattered by the wind among tree branches,

by day as the daylight itself,
by night as the light of night itself,

it settles into my eyes.
For no reason, into my heart? No, I do not know about the heart.
It settles somewhere between the eyes and the brain, as an afterimage.
I do not know whether it will remain as memory,
but still,
rather than capturing it with a camera,
without the interruption of a clicking shutter,
it lets me remain right here, right now.