A Bionic Poet, At Last!

Lenses installed in one eye, post-cataract.
Medical technology as World of Wonders.
(Saved my macular hole eye last year at this time already.)
Today, after the initial eye ‘cover-up’ in OR–three bright white holes in my vision. Distant white clouds in them occasionally parting to reveal tiny blue skies. Like looking up from the bottom of a well to the top. Visually hallucinogenic a la Rene Magritte, for sure.
Strangely relaxing. As Cohen sang in “Dress Rehearsal Rag”: “And wasn’t it a long way down. Wasn’t it a strange way down.”
Mid-Feb.: part 2.
The road to 20/20 with likely just reading glasses.