I look through flashes
dreaming of vision in the
time walk of blindness.
Losing the glory of lilacs
to a pinhole, I pluck color
from images to paste
in my memory.
A beggar’s glimpse of moonlight
is the prayer I speak to stay
midnight’s encroachment…
A faint light pirouettes across
the milky pond of my iris.
©Susie Clevenger 2018
©Susie Clevenger 2018
I had an eye scare this week. All is well, but I must say it was a bit traumatic. I wrote this from my perspective of anxiousness and watching a family member’s struggle with blindness.
