Keep a Good Eye Out

Keep A Good Eye Out A perfectly good socket, void, a vacancy, where an eye should be Was a glaring hole of emptiness Located somewhere above the chin and nose About the region of the upper head and face The owner of the anomaly, an obstinate but pretty young girl In a lovely pink chiffon dress, addressed them cordially Truth was never on her side And like her eye, went missing She said the eye came out one fine day Rolled away in that direction (She pointed up.) She taught her finger how to lie as well Observers needed more clues Peel the lid back. Just a bit. See for yourself Reveal the hole or socket but no eye, but why “Misplaced”, so she says Where once a gelatinous white orb dwelt Nestled in a cozy little disc with blue or brown or green She can’t remember But it was the right or left eye for sure went missing According to the little Missy Some stated the obvious to her My dear, it’s clear, wouldn't your other eye be the color blue Like the one you’re looking through right now? Speculations abounded about her and other peoples eyes Once embedded there by God before all time To receive light and thoughts through clear and shadow In her case, to inform her of what is, what was and what will come to be Never seen And now gone Her one good eye looks puzzled but keeps focused Perhaps it saw all there was to see It turns out there never was a second eye Birth gave her one In her pocket she hides a small blue marble And pops it in the socket when all is said and done