being followed

There is an eye hovering over me

No ears, no nose, no mouth

Just an eye, a left eye to be exact

I've been making lists

And crossing off notions

That I find ridiculous and superfluous

"It's not God," I've been told

"Because He doesn't work like that."

A perfectly reasonable explanation, I think

Only the cats and I see it

I can tell because they hiss and run from me

Looking for clean alleyways to hide in.