i’m sitting with an eyepatch qualm
hoping the pain of light will
sink into the blossoming awareness
of my beloved lake. honking
erupts: geese depart or arrive.
i’m attuned to sound waves,
exquisitely woven by a silent
cast of sentience, all these unseen
beings. i carry yesterday’s scars:
tender cornea scratched by
an eager book shoved into my
eye, contrite child running for ice,
holding my hand, “it’s better now,”
invoking the power of intention.
all the saved podcasts treasures
just for today. i celebrate twists
and turns walking my highest path,
declare with joy behind the black
silk, surely amazing sights await
my newly opened gaze tomorrow.