Eyes Closed Awake

I remember the time

That I went to symphony

And I saw a man with his eyes closed

I scoffed ot my parents:

“He’s sleeping!”

Years later

I was in the same hall

And I closed my eyes

And suddenly

The music did not come 

To me from the stage

But from stages

It gripped me in my chest

Which swelled up and down

The emotion of every note

Pierced my amygdala

It is that way with many things

Because the eyes lie

One must close them

To feel something

Whether it is wrestling an opponent

Or feeling a poem

There are things in life

Which you must watch for a long time

To understand

And at that point

You must close the eyes

Because the time to look is over

It is time to feel.

April 2020

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