A Pair Of Eyes

A Pair Of Eyes 

I like to think of myself as a giant pair of eyes.

Large and clear, I see everything.

I love to capture details

And store them away for later.

For instance:

The shadows on oak tree leaves.

Or:

The beading on a girl’s purse.

But especially:

The ways people interact with each other.

I am an observer of the human race from within.

And I collect these moments

And string them together

So that they will always be with me.

And when I am pensive,

I grasp them and count them:

A rosary of my life.