Astigmatism
The curvature of the eye,
marred by irregularity, distorts.
Rain falling through the aqueous orb
of eye or earth prisms,
propelling points of light skyward,
producing rainbows.
Sunlight following by the curve
curls rising ever skyward
from the steaming surface
of earth and sea to joining
on the wind.
The curvature of the eye
marred by irregularity distorts.
The child looks out and up
into the parental face, through the lashes
of this imperfect form and settles, smiling.
knowing no norm, only accepting the is.
The adult: cut, crisp, dried, and molded,
cries; mourning the loss of perfection
denying the value of imperfection
with a stubbornness born of naming.
Name nothing, for in not naming,
the eye can accept all things as beautiful.
First Published in Dual Coast Magazine Issue 1 2014
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