Fly in the Eye (by Peter Elliott)

Poem 16 of 27 in "Be Meditated"

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It was while I was waiting for a tram
I was heading home
It was about nine o'clock
And I had been to the Guru Gita
Siddha Yoga's early morning chant.

With no warning
A fly flew into my eye - the right eye it was -
And stayed there
In the corner near the nose
All the while
Fluttering rapidly with its wings.

The effect it induced
Was most extremely pleasant.
I was being massaged, gently and firmly
With some microscopic-sized vibrator
With tickling gossamer wings.

I laughed
Walked to and fro laughing
It was somewhere between a laugh and chortle.

Here was I
Enjoying so much the attentions
Of this much maligned insect.

Whether it knew the pleasure it was giving
Or whether this was its intention
I do not know

But one thing's for sure
The next time I see one
I shall half expect
Half hope
For another encounter
Of a similar kind.

---(Peter Elliott)---

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