I see in shapes and colors
Depending on the lighting
Some sharper than others
The in and outside worlds
As if looking through a light snow fall

Finer details only up close
The tab at a restaurant
Label on a meat package
Print on a computer screen

I view in shapes and patterns
Not actual words
Unless nose to the screen
Recalling from memory
Location of commands
On pulldown menus

Glasses help but still there’s a blur

And how do I still take such great photos?
You may ask
It’s called autofocus
As a photographer
Without it I’d surely be screwed


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05/17/2022

Author's Note: The latest in a series of poems on my cataract surgery experience, currently still waiting for the phone call to go in. One eye at a time, a week apart.

Posted on 05/17/2022
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