April prompt #22
Write about your blind spots
Janet’s #6
EXTENDING THE METAPHOR
Not so much a spot of blindness
but an absence of vision,
frosted gray circled
by lack of clarity, an odd distortion.
Not like the walls
that closed in, slowly
at first, then fast,
swallowing up all
but a thin vertical line,
and then the rest,
and opening again,
strangely, on a train
in the midwest.
Not total, like that.
There is light now,
and periphery, but
everything is too large.
Faces are elongated.
It is not possible
to make out any words.
At a certain distance,
everything has a shadow-
image, an echo below it,
tilting to the left.
At night, the usual clues
disappear, lights line up
in curious ways. It’s best not
to approach on my right side.
I’ve learned to close one eye.
I’ve learned to turn my head.