mist on the window
gives the best view of the world.
life is clouded by the million distractions,
fleeting glimpses from second to second
of tiny objects stealing concentration,
until the mind becomes turbulent with tumbling torrents
of temptation and torture.
no satisfaction is found through such instability.

but the rain clears away so much!
the sight of aging people
makes perception less clear,
the eyeball getting longer
and the vision becoming shorter.
Sight becomes a blur.
At the bedside,
to clarify the exam,
we give a card
with a tiny hole
to restrain light waves to the lens,
and the image clears.

as with the tiny card,
drops of rain on the window
constrain flooding pictures of the world
barreling into my eyes from everywhere,
confusing me...