The Eyes

The color of puddle water sitting undisturbed;

Those eyes peered out from underneath

A thatch of black hair,

A contrast so clashing,

I grew disturbed and pretended indifference. 

They disappeared around the bricked corner;

When I looked and searched I couldn’t find

Them anywhere,

They had gone,

So silently and smoothly with cat-like flexibility. 

I found that if I stopped thinking about them;

Went about the day and minded my business

They appeared,

And watched me,

With steadiness and calm inside my head. 

Elpy 2020

I don’t know what this means. You tell me. The good news is that I’ve started writing poetry again. I had a bit (or more) of a dry spell.

Anyway, I’m hungry and there’s volleyball tonight. So I’ll wish you all a happy week.