Keep an Eye Out
Heather May
Keep an Eye Out
My mother had a friend with a glass eye.
I worried a lot about what would happen
if it fell out.
Was it like a marble --
pretty but useless --
made for games I didn’t understand?
I wondered what it would feel like
to hold your eye
in the palm of your hand.
Could it read your fortune
through the cracks in your fingers,
or like a worry stone, soothe fears?
I tried not to imagine what would happen
if, startled, she dropped it --
cats taking it for a toy --
shoved under the sofa,
pawed at, and then forgotten.
Now I realize
the glass eye was not for her.