It can be lovely to see the world as impressionism
When the lenses that clarify are removed
Much farther than a stone's toss
My visual field is thrown
Into a realm of swirl
It could be moving
Or stationary
And I can mostly tell
Reporting that which I sort of see
But it focuses the mind
On the issue at hand
For my hands are still
Entirely clear
A realist at work and play
Yet when precision is called for
As so often it is
The two panes of glass
Sharpen it all
How was it so
That I didn't know this could be
For so long I couldn't quite see
I can motor to places
And signs are all there
Cycling through streets
A perfect stare
Largely I wander
Entirely content
To see all that there is to see
But sometimes I still
Comparatively disappear
Unseeing and moderately unbeing
Roman Ryan 