It is our eyes that lead us
Even when they are closed.
If my eyes look left
My body will, if all’s in order,
Look left too.
And if we fix our eyes to something
We let it lead us
Like a sailboat on the lake
Following the wind everywhere it turns.
But if we watch something so closely
It feels as if we are the cat
With a mouse in its sights
Waiting to pounce.
Who is leading, the mouse
Dancing from here to there
Or the cat whose gaze
Follows it everywhere?