Dawn peers past cloudy
cataracts with pale blue eyes.
Snowblind; cold comfort.
I had a pair of progressive lenses
that worked well for a while and then
my eyes had a spizwhifty spell
(that’s a technical term for “what the hell?”)
Now it’s glasses 1 to watch TV
glasses 2 for computer screens.
glasses 3 to see the music stand
and, when I’m in bed, I can
wear glasses 2 and 3 to look
close enough to read my book.
It is a strange, ungainly sight
my layered bifocals of the night.
Perhaps some day along the line
when it’s cataract picking time
I may be allowed to re-progress
to the progressives, languishing in the chest.