Tuesday, March 11, 2014

My Third Eye Is Blurry

Maybe it's a speck
of galactic dust
partially lodged
in the corner of my eye
or a seasonal allergy
from recurrent 
metaphysical storms

Possibly eye strain
from poor illumination
of a fading distant star
or damage to my hallowed retina
from gazing too long
at powerful suns afar

Can I blame diminished vision
on “End of Days”
foreseen long ago
by prescient Mayan priests
or is it just macular degeneration
from advancing old age

All seem rather likely
but if truth be told
a cosmic cataract
is blinding more each day
as golden Earth moments
inevitably slip away 

© Bill Vollrath, 2014

Mural num muro de tijolo em Aveiro
"Watching tv is like taking black spray paint to your third eye" ~ Bill Hicks
Image from Wikimedia Commons


Anonymous said...

I like the graphic and narrative Tony found for this poem!
Bill V.

Tony Russell said...

Glad you liked it, Bill. I don't get much feedback on the photos and art work, and I always add them with a little apprehension that the poet might feel the visual doesn't go well with his or her poem.

By the way, when I read your last stanza, I thought of something the naturalist John Muir wrote: “The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark."