First Glasses Poem by Glen Kappy

Earlier on the college campus
my first glasses donned
I remembered snorkeling
near the Big Island's shore—
that open shimmering medium
of red and spiny urchins
and vivid technicolor fish.

Then looking up
I saw a stately pine—
its towering mass
its hefty bunches
fans for scintillating light
each needle distinct
and basted yellow-white.

Now at home
my glasses doffed
with painterly eyes
I take in scenes
of this familiar life
and rest my focus
on my Renoir wife.