ONE EYE. a poem. I used to be – a – Single – Eye! It was not fun, and, oft, I’d sigh! No depth perception, no matching pair . . . just one eye . . . and did I stare! Looking for another I – somewhere – out there . . I might spy? Just one other eye for me”! Just One I – for which to see – Nothing 3 – D, nothing full – Every day – Was push and pull! “What’s the reason? to-see-at-all!” I’d ask myself. I would call : OUT, into the Great Wild Haze, seeking one more I to gaze. Upon a World so contrived! I did give up! Then, you arrived! To give me sight – And Love – And Hope – Two eyes combined, so we won’t mope . . . BUT clever-ly we’ll seek design: I love you – Eye – will you be mine? â¤
Mim x
