Papa Poet

You can get lost in Big Bend.  Miles and miles of miles and miles.  Everyone loves  the Chisos Mountains with their pine trees, cool breezes and window overlook.  But the river canyons are unique and equally impressive, rising hundreds of feet straight up from the Rio Grand or an often used runoff as in the case of Closed Canyon (one of my favorites).  I lost my prescription glasses, progressive bifocals in the muddy Rio.  They were gone as soon as they hit the water.  That was the beginning of this poem.

progressive lens

progressive
lenses slip from sight
presto-chango now you see
them now you don’t believe
you ever will
see, the river’s too murky
the current too swift
still you dive in
the icy waters
shuffle the pea
lose a confidence
game of grope
the snag infested bed
in hopes of restoration
a miraculous chance reunion
that may never be, lost
clarity