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.
Poet Jude's Poetry 