The Big Eye
When I'm not quite together, I trust the big eye that floats in the upper corner of the room to make sure that no one gets hurt. The eye never directly intercedes (what would it do?), but many times its gaze shames me into questioning what I am doing.
The eye never faces the wall, which is why I won't allow it in the bathroom. It rarely blinks, but when it does, the lashes whoosh. Unless I'm in a position of power, I prefer to keep the eye away through controlled breathing and staying in the moment.
The eye never faces the wall, which is why I won't allow it in the bathroom. It rarely blinks, but when it does, the lashes whoosh. Unless I'm in a position of power, I prefer to keep the eye away through controlled breathing and staying in the moment.
posted by JMH | 9:01 PM
5 Comments:
so funny.
How else would you get into a position of power other than controlled breathing and staying in the moment?... Guns? It's guns, isn't it.
That's quite the picture of you. What are you? A possum?
I'm not sure what I was going for there. Sorcerer? Happy monster? Possum's not a bad guess. I put it up there because it makes me laugh and shake my head and say, "There but for the grace of God...oh, wait."
i think he's dancing Thriller in honor of Michael Jackson.
speaking of Thriller, your writing thrills me.
I'm pleased you like it.
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