Monday, 15 June 2009
A week's gone by so quickly, and this one is fast slipping too.
Resting your eyes
There was something about the way you were sitting,
startled, which made me ask. You told me your eyes
were closed as a sort of compromise
for the time its possible to waste in front of the TV,
wearing your eyes out needlessly, shortening their life.
I didn't ask, then, any more of your explanation
but often wonder if it works for other things.
Sometimes I stop myself from seeing you at all
in case what we have runs out. Other times I catch you
blinking back the sight of characters who've aged unrecognisably.
Mostly, though, I watch your closed-eyes vigil with my own eyes
open, wearing them out on you and your quiet, secret, snoozing.