what do we gain by blinking?

Here is a poem i wrote on a facebook wall, recently.

i heard you dripping out the corner of my eye

but didnt sound like tears

you ran down my cheek skipping and jumping

and singing and yelling

and no one but the cows heard

you

pushed aside the whiskers on my face

like so many sheaves of wheat or other tall grasses

ducking down it is so easy to lose yourself

amidst strange textures and windful tremors

the breeze brushed about

you

ruffling your hair like your father

moistening your eyes like your

mother and you

and i

and eye

~jss 11/29/07