Glasses

New glasses. 

Reading.

Left eye. Everything skewed.

Normal they said.  Hard to believe.

Accustomed. In a week or so they said I’ll be.

Clean and crisp.  Words now easy to read.

A bit off.

For a few days things will seem.

They said.

Never adjusted, now they believe. 

Another visit, different doctor. 

Different prescription.

I wonder how far I will see.  Or different.

Will I see?

20/20 never except maybe.

When I dream.