homage to myopia

once I could see quite clearly
-no really!
light passed through making
pictures-patterns
it's those little details
that fail me now
the whisp of grass in what, to me,
is a sea of green, wavering
in the wind, which I could never see at all.
the bright light-I can see still
it's the edges of things that are tricky
as with anything
knowing when to stop
and just how enclosed you really are.
it's hard to know how far
your hand-close up hand,
or else just colors and light
unfocused-unrealized
how far can you go
when you can't even
see-me.

copyright 2001 raven victoria erebus