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.
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Oh we are all myopic when it comes to tomorrow. Maybe that's a blessing.
ReplyDeleteThis is so interesting...I may be reading too much into it, but the idea of not wanting to turn into what I see around me in my extended family is what rings true to me. We do have to hold on to what's in OUR hearts and focus there!!
ReplyDeleteWow! I love the middle stanza, especially these lines "past the yesterday, through the today,into that still fuzzy, undefined tomorrow." Something about moving 'through' today resonates with me.
ReplyDeleteOur hearts never need glasses. Our vision from there is 20/20. This is a lovely poem, and I agree with Sara about the middle stanza - flowing and thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteNamaste..........cj
I don't think you have to worry that your nearsightedness is shortsightedness. Often just the act of questioning fends off those traps.
ReplyDeleteI would love to have glasses that cleared my vision, and not only my sight.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Melissa. I'd love to have those kind of glasses too. :)
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