Bending Light
When young, in playing out one day
a swinging stick got in my way,
it crushed my eye into my head
another inch and I’d be dead.
Back in 1952
there wasn’t much that they could do,
so when eye surgery was done
they sent me home with only one!
A life of fun just flew right by
for fifty years, with just one eye,
some problems this has given me,
but none through which I could not ‘see’.
Became a marksman with a gun,
in competitions had real fun.
To shoot left handed I had learned
for problems must be overturned.
Now every job I’d ever had
required good eyesight, I was glad
that even though I hadn’t two,
the one I had was clear and true.
Then came the day that things weren’t right
I noticed problems with my sight,
instead of seeing clear and true,
I still saw clear but now saw two!
Within a week it turned to three
but doctors said they couldn’t see
the problem that impaired my sight
and was I sure I’d got it right?
It took a month of pressing on
before they knew what must be done,
their diagnosis now exact,
a true refractive cataract.
Not a cloudy type of course
these stop the vision at the source
but one that’s difficult to find
that bends the light and tricks the mind.
By now my eye was seeing four,
I wondered if I’d take much more
although I’ve learned to live with stress
I’d clearly like to see much less!
Then finally the phone call came,
a cancellation brought my name
to top of list, “Would I come in?”
my operation could begin.
Local anaesthesia and me
never ever could agree,
it rarely ever did the trick
but none believed, until first prick!
Although my surgeon said he’d try
he had to re-inject my eye,
the operation then went quick,
just twenty minutes did the trick.
The next few hours were very strange
my neural pathways rearranged,
from sightlessness to very blurred,
illusions then that were absurd.
Pure black becoming ghostly white,
then seeing bright unearthly light,
next colours came, but not quite right,
but blazing out with blinding light.
Like neon tubes in dead of night,
florescent, shining, glowing bright,
just like a trip on ‘LSD’,
mind boggling with intensity.
The next day brought me far more sense,
though light still bright and contrast dense,
I knew for sure I’d finally won
for now my eye saw only one!
It’s ten days now and my sight’s fine,
my eye still hurts but that takes time.
My ‘pictures’ now are crystal clear,
my future’s bright and free from fear.
So if you find your sight gets worse
don’t live with this and simply curse
but get it checked before it’s gone
for wonders nowadays can be done.
Our vision’s precious, don’t you see,
and sight helps all to live life free
but sometimes we must bear some pain
to live a life of fun again!
Ivor G Davies
©2011
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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