Testing Center, Wills Eye Hospital
First one eye patched, then the other,
we stare into machines which gauge
what cannot be regained, measuring
the unknown. Inside their whirs and clicks,
star by star, flashes of an artificial cosmos
appear then disappear within the limits
of sight and beyond. Dark voids form
where light dies unseen,
glimpsed only in visions.
Within my mindís eye the lost edges
of a hundred crimson sunsets take shape,
a fawn stands just off the highway
on a late summer drive,
an old friend winks from the corner
of a crowded room, and somewhere
near the border of a gray December garden,
a small statue of Pan plays the flute.
From Miracle of the Wine (Grayson Books, 2012).
Used here with the authorís permission.