My you are nervous, he said
as I reminded him again
left eye today.
A quick cut
cataract is gone
luminous lens inserted.
Faces flowers
garrulous greens on the Clyde
grainy textures
and yes, dust!
II
When they cut your eye
you can see, red drops
translucent water
pinprick lights.
No pain.
A machine voice intones
aspirating.
Halfway
The nurse holds my hand
remember to signal
a sneeze or vigorous cough.
My mam’s cool hand
on my burning forehead
my sister holding me at night
you hoisting my fractured
leg up our steep stairs
moorings in all seas.