I WISH MY EYES

So, my eye-test is booked anyway. Hopefully, they'll be able to sort out what's going on with the jumpy vision. It's getting kind of annoying now.

I sat at my desk earlier, feeling tired. I had a thought, about what I wished I could see, as opposed to the swirling mess of characters on the screen in front of me.

So I turned it into a poem. It's probably about more than having dodgy vision though - maybe it's closer to being about that little yearning from my childhood: as the school summer holidays dawn, it feels like a seaside adventure ought to be around the corner. Funny how these things ripple from the past into the present...

I Wish My Eyes

I wish my eyes
Could see the sea
And tell how blue
The blue can be,
And spot the tiny
Billowed white
Of sailing boats
That catch the light

I wish that I
could see the green
The rolling turquoise
Deep marine
And sunlit clouds
Of golden land
Where gentle waves
Caress the sand

I wish my eyes
Could catch it all
From ocean deep
To harbour wall
From clifftop view
So close, so free
I wish my eyes
Could see the sea