New Eyes

these wrinkle cratered eyes

see better now than when i

was in seventh grade and got

glasses, something metaphysical

made me see clearly at the DMV

I’m driving without glasses

my license no longer restricted

test guy asked if I was wearing contacts

maybe spirit lenses I think and smile

contemplating now what no eyes see

reality something beyond this vision

poet’s eyes like mine tend to be aware

of great beauty and deep horror

another vision more outrageous threatens

to come conscious now even in poetry

I rarely dare to tell her story this spirit

sight laughs at what I think I see and shows me

how blind the world we make believe is true.