Near Sighted
I take off my glasses
so I can avoid the details and see the masses.
The grey symmetry of irregular shapes,
walls of a chapel with vaulted arches,
trees of grey and silver and white.
Stained glass windows
of blues and greens and whites.
Leaves indistinguishable from clouds,
except by color,
moving to a breeze
that doesn’t reach into the nave.
People slowly rush by,
flashes of pink, coffee, and brown,
the pale dark blue of faded jeans,
white Ts, and impertinent shirts.
Copyright © 2016 by Robert W. Dills