Reinvention
Oct 5 2022
If reinvention were possible.
If one day
I could wake up changed
and feel different in the world
without cosmetic surgery
witness protection
or a journey of enlightenment
what would it take?
Will my new frames
be enough to make me over?
Will I metamorphose
into someone cool, studious, avant-garde?
Or will they make me disappear,
so common and conservative
invisibility
will be my super-power?
Or will it be the world that changes?
The new lenses
bring it clearer and closer,
make my resolution sharper,
reveal details
I never knew I'd missed?
A more granular world
with all its wrinkles showing;
but nothing, I suspect
any better resolved.
My very first pair of glasses
were a revelation,
as if a light had been switched
colour discovered,
instantly transporting me
from Kansas to Oz.
But now so much older
is change really possible?
Can such superficial tinkering
make me what I’m not?
Or am I too known, fixed, self-satisfied,
too comfortably cocooned
where I've been all along?
Because a plastic frame
hasn't the alchemy
to change a caterpillar into a butterfly.
Certainly not enough
to turn plain, sluggish, and earthbound
into a diaphanous creature
with iridescent wings
capable of flight.
So I chose something nice.
Something no one will notice.
Something in which
I will see better
but be seen even less.
Selected new frames yesterday. (Still waiting for the lens to be made.) So, as they say, write what you know. And it takes a lot to mine poetic gold from such a mundane diurnal life as mine 😕
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