A Myopic Man’s Shower in Daylight
A short poem
The sun with a photon takes a shot at me
It runs across the atmosphere
Evading dust and wings of birds
It penetrates the double-paned window
And ricochets off crystals falling in threads
Losing its way on the lenses steamed opaque
I take them off, trading fog for a blur
Bare-eyed, I’m still bulletproof.