Poem by Albert Pesso
May 17, 2007

So I looked Existence in the eye
and asked:
“What do you want of me?” 

“What have you pulsed
into my being?”
“What rhyme, rhythm, or reason
have you installed in me?”

“What song
shall I sing,
what dance
shall I spring
to life?”

Existence didn’t blink,
but its constancy
made me think
that its eye
was an I
with an aye.

Yes, my heart leaped,
seeing the harvest
that would be reaped
for the multitude of I's
with an aye for all eyes

"Yes, Yes!" I cried.
"We come to be,
fit to be tied
with those with an aye
for our I's"

What a world this can be
when all I's are a we
that say "Aye " to all I's
with their eyes.