The idea behind the eyes…

How credulous the eyes
Tracking rain and leaves

Seeing Jesus in burnt toast
If they could clap

They’d applaud anything
Dust on dust

Fill themselves
With pilgrim sufferings

Of strangers
Eyes vain as the moon

A rumor pushes
Nerves grow

Little hallelujahs
A memory inventing itself

Fish nosing fish in the dark

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto