.
my vision
shifted
to shapes or shadows bending,
i admired odd angles sharply
and knew i was missing a full picture.
.
for days i was stuck there, waiting
to see things
as they normally were.
.
everybody i saw
turned into geometric people
and no individuals.
.
feelings seemed as distorted
as my sight, i'd sit staring
black windows from noon to night
thinking about the sore numbness
wondering if his face would be
circles and curves and nothing more
if i had it to look at, too.
.
i was taken hostage
suddenly captive
by fear.
.
so i'd hunt to find
my distant point of focus
and cling to the flat sky behind
dark poles swaying, needles shooting out
while everything in front swirled to blurs
my distant point of comfort
never fell or weakened, it stood still.
.
and i knew it was our backbone
stacked up proud
holding us together
if we rebuilt it's support better.
.
after all those attempts
at blinking it away
things finally snapped back
and kept their true
full dimensional
forms again.
.
JAY
