I am one in a family.
A family of severely myopic people.
The glasses sit upon my nose;
they've been there over thirty years.
They make the blobs of faraway
become beloved people, places I recognize.
The pair of glasses I most covet
are the ones that would focus
the unrecognizable, unknown days of tomorrow.
I wonder when those mysterious images
will become clear in my own heart.
I wonder how I will move
past the yesterday, through the today,
into that still fuzzy, undefined tomorrow.
Will the family curse of nearsightedness
keep me from looking ahead, anticipating;
from looking back, treasuring while reminiscing?
And will I need my glasses
to see what my heart sees
so clearly today? I hope not.Near or far? What makes you squint? Visit Making Things Up to learn more about Six Word Fridays...