He photographed each eye which I
saw later resembled red planets
and tested my peripheral vision
with appearing and disappearing green dots,
before puffing air into the
sockets, writing notes as he went, reassuring me
that all looked well, “no problems
so far”, “nothing to worry about here”.
Then it was contraptions and chunky
frames with differing lens strengths,
letters, numbers, colours, clusters
of black dots projected onto a wall,
left eye covered over, right eye
covered over, clear, blurred, in focus, out of focus,
bright lights, look up, look down,
look left, look right, sit back, blink, relax.
He brought the red planets up on
the screen and explained the light areas,
the shade, the veins that looked
like rivers, the landscape of my eyes
looking stark, these instruments of
vision as old as me red hot and staring
at the world as it passes by but sometimes unable to see beyond my nose.
at the world as it passes by but sometimes unable to see beyond my nose.
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