my vision dims
first a film of misunderstood conversation
then it blinked out
like a light house flashing
warnings out to sea

I am wasting time
when there is so little left to waste
and there is a rustling in the pantry
where three blind mice live

and those oft told fairy tales
spring to life
but life does not hold many more springs
and it’s summer
and I am blinded by the light

warning me away from the rocks
and dangers on the shore