The left eye looks back at the past
Regret and joy, guilt and wonder
War, calm, seasons, death and birth.
The right strains to see the future
Will tomorrow unfold petals of a bomb
Giving into the blossom’s destruction?
I’ve sat a long time looking each way
Trying to make peace of the present
And still I don’t know what to do living
In the eye of a hurricane, the scorn
and the wisdom of the third eye