CALL ME BELOVED

a shimmering semicircle
asserted itself in the center
of my vision, warping all
the letters on the page –

the happy mystery was
not the benign diagnosis
but the ease with which
I was ready to have my
sight leave me – the first
moments of dread melting
into acceptance, the comfort
that wind still rustles leaves
and I would still
hear myself sing, her
breath rising and falling
in the morning.