I was told once that an owls eyes were so big
that there was not a lot of room left for a brain
I wonder at that today, to see and not think
to know and not understand
it is a relief, the thought of this
and yet there is a terror
What would it be like to see
and not fit what I see into a shape that I am used to
to let the thing that is, just be itself
would it really be okay if it just was itself
there is a vulnerability here that I do not want
a loss of control that I do not like
how does one pretend that all is okay
when one cannot pretend anymore
it is one thing for the mind to say that it wants to see
and yet another to see in a way that allows oneself to be seen
Bill St.Cyr