myopic and astigmatic

this must be some
optometrical sneakery

somehow my vision
has slipped
away from me

wasn’t it just yesterday
i saw your face clearly
across the room

how can it be
that i now squint hard, lean close
to read my own notebook
and six inches from my nose
i see only blurs?

until this dusty city
forced me to extract my
contact lenses and
don glasses
which sweat sent slipping
down my nose
did i see the contrast

the difference between
what i could see
and artificially

and suddenly
i felt very

a friend once said that
our near-sightedness
is an indication of
a genetic inclination
toward writing

i suppose
that’s comforting