My Lazy (Third) Eye

the soft air grazes my nostrils

the world comes to silent peaceful rest upon my eye sockets

my third eye sighs

as someone else’s ears

perceive the dog

snoring, curled and at peace with the soft thunder of the heating grate

Breathe in

Breathe out

There is no struggle

I give love effortlessly

to the four corners of the universe

the many shapes of my mind

play peekaboo

with the universal consciousness

I can focus on the point

the only point

the only truth

and the world falls away

I can bring the deadlines and memories back

and tickle them like phantom playmates

ephemeral acquaintances of a sunny

bygone playground afternoon —

It is just so easy to soak in the silence

in the morning

a snowstorm outside

the whole world cancelled

just this breath

and that one

and the next

But then the creak

of floorboards

of little feet in search of cartoons

warm milk

and my body begins to stir —

my third eye is not going to butter an English muffin

or shovel that driveway.