Readers

These cheap plastic

bretrayers

of

trips around the sun

offer 

a clear bright

view

of 

the distant

signs

yet 

blur 

everything

within

reach

If we were to keep 

one

within 

arms reach

would we 

find an

embrace

or

miss

that which is

further

from our

grasp?

Would we even

know

and

if 

not

would it even matter?

It is the edges

that crisp

and blaze

beyond

the 

rim

as if I never saw 

the bits

the points

the boundaries

before

Nerves

fray

the question

begs

to accept what is

or remove

the glasses

and drift

back

into

 the blur

NaPoWriMo 2019  Day 14