Visible

Today I learned a sad fact,

I should

Have been aware

Already,

Perhaps

Indeed

It was one of those things I had chosen to forget.

 

It was about the eyes.

 

Visit to the optician.

 

I like the bright,

My son the dark.

 

‘Ah, that is your age,’

Says the guy.

 

By the time you are 65

The amount of

Light

Hitting your retina

Is only a

Hundredth

Of your youth.

 

A diminution,

A fading away,

My palsied vision

Another

Aspect of tomorrow.