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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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: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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