So Small A Thing

And he took off his glasses

So gentle, so deliberate, yet as natural as 

Breathing

As if the object of his interest

Could not be understood with their aid

As if the truth behind his eyes amounted

To mere lies when seen through glass

A universal motion

‘I see you’ he is saying

‘Though you are blurred and swaying

I see you not with sight but with vision

I cannot mutilate the reality of you with opaque plating

With these false eyes

I am no longer looking, but gazing’

I observe the man take off his glasses

So gentle, so deliberate, but as natural as 

Breathing

And for lasting moment at least

This one decision 

Took some sight but gave

vision