Blurry

 

The world through a net curtain

Since the blood vessel burst in my eye

A Jackson Pollock of dark splatter

Swirling and whirling like oil on water

Swooping and looping like dragons

Drifting in ancient skies

 

One good eye doing the work of two

And suddenly you are vulnerable

Knowing that losing that one too

Would be blindness waiting to happen

So you close your eyes more

And with their closing comes the darkness

 

And dreams of the blurry

Animated smudges of charcoal on paper

The guessing to fill in the missing detail

The clipping of corners and missing of minutiae

The hollow tap tap tap

Of approaching white cane

 

Day by day an improvement that fuels your hope

That this explosion of blood will pass by

That your system will wipe away dirty screens

And polish your vision to what it once was

Meanwhile your one good eye tires and taunts

And your mind whispers maybe you’re missing the big picture