A thousand sparkling eyes blink at me through the wet
beads,
Glowing bright yellow
as they close in,
Swooping down the
wide grey path in ecstatic fury
And then they fade as
they pass,
Forgetting me in
their rush
Private to me, but
all of them share the same one
Because they all pass
me and carry on with no thought for what they’ve left behind
Though they probably
surge along those same paths the next day
And follow the same
way as me.
But still I do not
understand them
And their silent eyes
flicker to tease me as they glisten
In waves of light,
and in dark blankets, too.
