Before I put my glasses on…
I wipe them with a special
cloth that frees them of specks.
I am now ready for what’s ahead,
prepared for the epiphanies
and aware of possibilities.
My glasses shield the windows of my soul,
protecting and obfuscating
what I see and how I am seen.
How I see is what I see:
peering intently with discernment,
glancing lightly with abandon.
After a while, I must wipe them again…
to see clearly I take them off
and review what I just saw.
My glasses focus me
I hear with my eyes
I see with my ears
I hug with my heart