Eyeball Prayer
  

I thank the Lord for marvelous eyes that
transform small piles of books upon my bench
into a multicolored June bouquet 
of blooms, and hide long smudges on the French

doors every time the kitten rubs her paw
against the pane. For eyes that never see
clothes falling from a laundry basket, or
detect the chips on a piano key.

I thank the Lord for eyes that are unlike 
my husband’s—always rolling in dismay 
at beds unmade, and going crossed when large 
spoons mix with small, inside the kitchen tray.