Another

Without another eye to move my gaze from where it rests I would not see the little things; my words could not astonish me. Without another ear to hear the words I thought I said I would not care to check my thoughts; I would not think to fear the truth. Without another voice to question what I really meant and push against my words with words, the tongue would hush within my mind. But eye, and ear, and voice, and mind combine to find a fitting form to bring before their foreign friend– a poem to surprise us both.

This poem is found in the collection Seasons of Thought

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