[written in reponse to Poets United's Thursday Think Tank Prompt : The Eyes]
My eyes
are on my mind today.
Ever since the doctor said
the gel in my eyeballs
is collapsing in on itself,
I have noticed my vision
getting blurry,
deteriorating.
I have been reading
faster and faster,
trying to get all the books read
that I want to read,
typing faster and faster,
trying to get all the poems
and stories in one place
to say what I did
when I was here.
He'll see me at 2:30
next Tuesday
and $120 later
we'll know
what's up.
These eyes
have seen a lot.
They have gotten me
through
hard times
by always looking up,
watching the sky,
reminding me
there is a bigger picture
than the one in front of me.
These eyes
have looked on
mountains and meadows
and waves rushing swiftly
in to shore.
They have marveled at
sunrises and sunsets
and storm clouds
and forests
and midnight moons.
They have smiled at dogs
and babies
and old people,
and have feasted
on the whole rich panorama
of life.
These eyes.....
may I keep seeing
through
these eyes...........
