My eyeglasses
With the softest cloth
The best lens cleaner
Yet the world
is still blurry
See less and less
Clearly
The smoke clouds are
Going from the sky
Yet sunshine strains to
push and open
Its streams
Of beauty
Cowering
Once having
2020 vision
Meant seeing
things clearly
Knowing where
the road
Was leading
Now, a fog
Scares the eyes
Not from age
But from sage
Testing my reputation
For strategic prowess
A college philosophy
professor
Once posited to me
If a man with 2020 vision
Puts on glasses
Will he see things
That are not there?
Our 2020 vision
Has been blurred,
Clouded, distorted
In 2020
By evil’s unrest and mockery
Foisting its blinding lasers
On us 24/7
And now we see things
We wish were not real
Author Bio:
Tom Squitieri is a three-time winner of the Overseas Press Club and White House Correspondents’ Association awards for work as a war correspondent. His poetry appears in several publications, in the book "Put Into Words My Love,” in the film “Fate’s Shadow: The Whole Story” and in Color: Story 2020. He has taught writing, journalism, media studies, political systems and realities, foreign policy, and practical street knowledge at Washington & Jefferson College and American University, and writes most of his poetry while parallel parking or walking his dogs, Topsie and Batman.