(to my prescription lenses)
Without you, the crisp blue summer sky
is a Tule fog. I have no focus.
I wander about, feeling every surface
for a pulse.
Near-sighted in the present,
blurred about the future,
20/20 only if I look behind.
With you, my world shines clear.
In your plain brown frame
I keep you closer than my hand.
Vision of my eyes.