god is popular with athletes
they think about him while they practice
but rarely will he watch with one of his eyes
he has countless eyes
a hundred eyes, more
he is all eyes, but they hurt
and he can never sleep
the ocean is okay
but boats crowd it with their wakes
god can’t help but look at every bubble
it puts a strain on his eyes to watch small things and fast things
cities, streets, fingernails,
dots on a die
he prefers to watch other planets
Saturn and those ones
those are graceful
more one color
watching Rushmore be built
the Great Wall
something lengthy and accumulative
he hates fireworks
but the worst is to see a needle being strung
the little end of the string struggling to fit
his eye feels like its been injected with iodine
a space shuttle has crashed into the eye and now its stuck
he cannot rub it
he is invisible
no one can help him
Rachel B. Glaser has published work in New York Tyrant, Unsaid, American Short Fiction, Dewclaw, and many other journals.
Yeah! Wonderful poem, Rachel.
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ReplyDeleteloved it, amazing pome!
ReplyDeleteI had never thought of it that way. Thanks for a different perspective.
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