66. The Eyes Have It
Updated: Mar 18, 2022
Shoulders, arms and hidden hands,
The lip that curls and makes demands.
Ears that hear our silent thoughts
Filled with woulds and shoulds and oughts.
Our forms conceal a thousand reasons
Formed across a thousand seasons
Of lust and hurt and thought and pain
Of wind and snow and driving rain.
The neck sweeps graceful to the head
Balanced on a marble bed.
I wait for you across the ages
Across the seas, and darkened stages.
Your chest robust and filled with air
Making sounds that show you care.
Our lips and legs and backs are burdened.
Our feet face backwards heel to curtain.
Ankles, knees and elbow bend
Creating strength to face the end.
Fingers curl and gesture fair
At hips that sway and cut the air.
But the eyes have it. They hold the truth.
On shifting sands, in blazing youth.
Clairvoyant source with blinding force,
Our gaze projects an altered course.