My Eyes Are Sad

 

Walking, walking, the wind is blowing against my glasses

around the sides, across my eyeballs and eyelashes

Thin tears well up and slide down across my cheek,

I wasn’t aware I was sad today, nevertheless, I leak.

Walk along, walk some more, looking up and all around,

no moaning, hiccups or whines… nature’s the only sound

 

Wipe the wetness, wipe some more,

this happens quite a lot,

something inside me seeps out whether or not

I am aware

consciously of what’s there

It’s Ok

I’ve come to understand that my eyes do what they need to do

off-gassing some grief while I walk and walk through

the leaves, the sticks, and dew.

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