Gosh All, Git Up

The girl draws eyes on everything.
The eyes themselves are sentient,
Although lacking bodies or brains.

They don’t seem to be there as spies.
They don’t seem to want anything—
They’re just there like knots in a pine,

Like dogs curled on rugs and sofas,
Contented to be in the room,
And she won’t say why she draws them,

Except to say that she likes them.
They show up on walls, furnishings,
The handle of a walking stick,

On accessories, embedded
In clothes, and, here and there, in skin.
They’re usually wide open.

The temptation is to see them
As mind’s eye representations—
Why, daughter, what great eyes you have!