Eye

Description

If this window were a seascape,

the red car in the middle distance

would be a ship hanging

halfway up a gray wall of water.

I pick up “eye” and carry it around.

It turns when I do, bends,

gets up and down, looks

under, over, and inside things.

It is attached to “brain,”

which can be fooled. Last night I walked

behind a man who was walking faster

down Walnut Street. He shrank

until he was the same size

as television people,

then disappeared in the end

of a green tunnel. Eye,

how shall I be well

and artfully deceived today?