xii.
In the night, as I was dozing off,
I caught a glimpse of your eye-
yellow, jaundiced, sitting too low,
hanging sickly out its socket-
and thought, thank goodness, me too;
circumstance has us both in pocket
and feeds us now and then.
But the next day, I see that you
have brightened up with time,
and shifted, and waxed in to a shape
I no longer recognize,
and as you swam about in that silky,
red milk of dawning sky,
I continued to glance over my shoulder,
worried that you were leaving me soon behind.
