Twenty-twenty (20/20) vision presents a picture clear and crisp.
Well-defined boundaries are visibly apparent.
Yet, there is another hidden picture, not evident at first.
At night when my corrective lenses come off, the blur pervades.
Balls of light become fractal spheres.
The light is no longer held tightly together.
This is when I see the eyes peering through flower heads and lizard skins.
The intensity of their gaze is inescapable.
When I squint my eyes or look away, they disappear from view.
This temporary madness is replaced wistfully with a saner picture.
Although, I know I can bring them back when the time is right.
movingforwardslowly 