Corrective Lenses

Each morning before I put them on, the worldis a blur—a car crash waiting to happenor a Monet painting depending upona certain point of view.

What becomes pre-eminent is shadowand shape and light and spacebetween the beginning of one thingor the ending of another

and things in aggregate become clearerthan the thing that’s singular, my mindable to better consider the whole greenarch of the forested brow of land

a quarter mile to the west, set freefrom focus diverted by limbs and leaves,and always I feel my shortcoming sharpened,unable to see both ways at the same time.— Julie Sumner