The first one, on my left eye,
showed me what I hadn’t noticed before—
the odd food stain or moth hole on my clothing.
It let me see how clumsy I’d been with
the eye-liner and lipstick.
I was able to read road signs and
spot pot-holes before I was on top of them.
It pointed out how dirty the house was,
so I could get busy with the broom
before guests arrived.
All good, right?
The second one, on my right eye, let me know
how much I and everyone else had aged.
It underlined all the nicks, dings,
lines and scars of a long life.
Did I need to see all that?
Also, everything looked so close and bright.
The blazing sun!
The blinding red of those begonias!
The too-green grass and too-blue sky!
I feel comfy with reality a bit softened,
truth a tad fudged, and life a little blurry.
But it seems I’m an old-time black-and-white girl
living in a hi-def technicolor movie, and don’t know
if I can hack it. I’ll keep you posted.