It is a simple fact that I am
likely going blind, but only
slowly so far, one eye with
a hole in its vision, but outside
its event horizon, largely normal.
It is odd that when you know you
will likely lose your sight that
becomes less scary, you approach
it as something new, testing
your vision constantly but
looking more closely, taking
in details you once would have
missed, knowing these memories
may one day be the only film
that plays in your mental theater.
And you also cling to the idea
that if your vision does fail,
you will finally get your wish
and the man in the mirror each
morning will finally stop
looking older day by day.