WHAT EYES SEE

I look at you

You look at me.

I wonder

What do you see?

Why? Why did I look?

Something you wore

Something you did

Caught my attention

I wasn’t being

Purposefully rude.

I realise my looking

Might be misconstrued.

So it goes. Neither of us knows.

Was my look a glance, quick but brief?

Did I seem to stare, make you uncomfortable?

Not necessarily intentional; it happens sometimes.

My mind runs riot; no control. A thought pops into my head,

And makes its bed: what can I do but entertain it, ensure it’s fed?

That takes time. My eye-body coordination lags. Concentration sags.

Result? I am still looking at whatever I was looking at, totally unaware.

There are looks, and looks; there are glances, “that’s interesting” looks, 

purposeful looks that don’t need a translation. If you can sort out what’s what

It will save you embarrassment and/or frustration. 

I look at you. You look at me.

I wonder what you see?