the eyes are covered
with a film of yesterdays
and we seek
something new
something now

yet even though
it can be seen
it will not for
the friction is too much for it

the eyes are covered
with strata of tomorrows
and we want
something to wish for
some threadbare hope

but even now
an egg is breaking
a chick is wriggling
out of its shell

the eyes have not seen it

"The Eyes"

Image Map © 1997 Phillip B. Burton