The eyes - they’re seeing what they see, Which at the moment is to watch tv. The hand is tapping out this poem Which at the moment is more pastime Than a paying job or métier. Each part is doing its small bit While ‘I’, the ‘I’ behind the eye Is there with brother/sister mind And steering, cheering on Each object that it finds For concentration and attention; Each function filled with unction One can but applaud. As for we and me inside this head, We can and ought to spread the joy From using what the body lead to, (What felt true and what felt best) Leaving all the rest To it and to the whole of you.
A Useful Note 1.30.2021 Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin