Refocus

See the image through a drop of water
Or an ocean; it makes no difference:
The object is vague as a bag of cherry jam
As if the connection between the brain and
The eye were playing a joke —

As if a child had programmed the graphics
For today, and cleverly left out the line
Of code that distinguished between
Today and tomorrow.

As if I left my glasses at home
And my stigmatic distortion said
Here’s what it’s really like: Enjoy.

I wonder what my life would have been like
before optics. Could I have survived?

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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