Diplopia
Diplopia
When I consider how my light is bent
My two eyes capturing two converging scenes,
I wonder truly how my time was spent
In looking, without thinking what it means.
Before they parted ways, to circumvent
The natural perspective we expect
When Covid’s random danage caused these ills
Which fresnal screens do partially correct
Such minor injury should not deter
My still remaining projects from fruition.
I never was too focused in the past
And multitasking always my ambition.
I’m often in two minds, so why be slow
To match one eye to each, and good to go.
October 2023
Stephen Gospage
Sat 7th Jun 2025 09:00
It is remarkable that you have been able to distill this unpleasant condition into such a fine poem, Freda, and with such subtle, understated humour as well. I really admire it. Best wishes to you.