I seem to have the need to chew things over in my mind and it often takes me a while to absorb an experience. Writing poetry helps me to do that.
I’m still recovering from my eye surgery – it has gone very well for me and I am relieved and grateful. My eye is still quite sore and tires easily, but my vision continues to improve. It will not return to what it was before the macular hole ocurred, but I think it’s awfully good and such a change from right before the procedure.
So here’s a haiku group with a few conclusions about my eye repairs so far! I’ve annotated each one below the series to explain what prompted it – I think it’s very interesting to read them for their literal information and then to think about them a bit less concretely – but isn’t that what poetry is about, anyway!
Haiku Group After Eye Repairs
A tiny black gnat
patrols the periphery
of a new outlook
Two eyes scan the room
offering up two versions
of one brown tiled floor
Black ink on white page
Two eyes consult each other
and let words take shape
Knowing you will not
vanish squeezed and distorted
into the vortex
Now, for some annotations:
I’ve acquired a tiny black floater – not unusual after a vitrectomy. It looks exactly like a gnat and I have swatted at it a few times. We are now becoming friends and I don’t start in surprise when it seems to zoom in from above my head.
My left eye sees a perfect grid of tiles on the floor; my right eye still sees some distortion in the middle of the view. This could have been a problem if my work had involved the necessity for straight lines but luckily it doesn’t.
Reading is not very easy still but it’s getting better. The left eye really has to help out the right eye, because the right eye leaves out letters due to a small blind spot. It’s led to some interesting mistakes.
Before the surgery everything I looked at with my right eye seemed to be compressed and pinched, heading toward the middle of my view and then disappearing. The area affected became larger and larger as time went on and started to affect my vision even when using both eyes. It was very disconcerting to try to keep objects, people, cars on the road, the food on my plate, in the same dimension as I was.