A recent poem that really moved me...

Oh squiggly line in my eye fluid.
I see you lurking there on the periphery of my vision.
But when I try to look at you, you scurry away.
Are you shy, squiggly line?
Why only when I ignore you, do you return to the center of my eye?
Oh, squiggly line,it's alright, you are forgiven.

Stewey Griffin
son of Peter and Lois