Stop thought with the eye

Waiting for the phone to ring

Waiting for the mail

Waiting for the test result.

Waiting to go to gaol.

It’s that strange uncertainty

Have I made an error?

Waking up at three am

Filled with puzzling terror.

Terror in the night of mind;

Reason’s tied up in a bind.

Horrors rise like geese in flight.

Fill dream eyes with blight.

But now I see the burning sun

Rising in the sky

Every day I greet nature,

And stop thought with the eye.