For as long as I can remember
I’ve worn glasses, big and small
it’s a wonder I didn’t grow weary of them
after cleaning them for the umpteenth time
or hearing that god awful pop 
of the nose bridge breaking, again
or always bringing another pair
in a case just in case
on holiday, like a spare tire

and I suppose I should be grateful 
to see the fine details
in a person’s smile
in a cloud shape
but it’s only a half-sight
and there are days I wish this weren’t so
I want to see the world
with eyes unblurred by fate