I can't make out the facial features of those around me, can't see pictures on the wall.
The whole world is out of focus and frankly, it I feel adrift and a bit lost.
I can see my hands if I hold them very close to my face, though.
When my glasses are off, I stare at my hands. It's strangely comforting.
The other evening I had taken off my glasses while sitting at the table talking with my daughter.
My daughter brought this weird hand staring thing to my attention, like a 13 year old daughter would.
smoothed the damp hair of a fevered son and daughter,
reached down into
wedding ring slipped on my finger
when I was a different person
with different hands
holds my left ring finger like a belt cinched too tight.
Clenched to fists,
have pounded tables,
punched at doors,
have held water
have caressed the beloved curve of a beloved face
a small hand
a cool hand
to twine fingers
for a moment
before pulling away