Weary, I Remove my Glasses

(Orlando, Syria, Sandy Hook, Gaza, Nigeria…)
My vision blurs
                        the world; things
are softer, easier
            to ignore—
                        clarity fails.
I don’t need glasses
                        to read, or write;
the word seems
                        black and white,
            easier to discern—
The latest horrors
            are far away;
                        I am tired,
and rub my myopic eyes.

(June 13, 2016)