I sit,
Legs drawn to my chest, elbows on m knees,
Left hand clasping my right wrist.
I sit
In my backyard
Facing the forest, back to the house.
It's midnight,
Yet the moon illuminates all
In shades of darkness.
The sky filled with points of light
Their varying luminosities giving the illusion of infinity.

My near sighted eyes see all of this.
My eyes that are "blind"
My eyes that cant function (society says) without aid.

Through the blur I see the forest.
Through the blur the tall outstanding trees with leaves and branches only at the crown transform into palm trees.
Through the blur the shorter trees become one mass,
a dark perceived green jungle underbrush.
Through the blur the constant sound of the crickets becomes a compilation of little roars of waves producing a smooth calm soft cry of the crashing ocean.
Through the blur the cool air around becomes a salty sea breeze.
Through the blur the wet dew of the grass turns into the reachings of the surf that wets your feet as you walk along the shore.

Because of the blur I am now on the beach of some island.