Eyes Like Anchors

By Andrew R. Duckworth

My eyes like anchors
Drag my body on the ground
And my mind seems to have
Packed up and left,
A notable absence
As my pen hits the paper.
The sun rays don’t strike,
The tree leaves don’t reach,
And the canyon is too far west.
Sleep circles but never lands.
Rest is an evasive animal
That I can’t hunt.