A Different Vision

And when the bright detail was restored,
all my senses danced, until Ravel's
Kaddish, rinsed with too much sunshine, scalded
the morning with a blinding rain. I saw you
and I thought if only I'd been more aware
of all my retinal glitches, darnings, rainbows,
I could have seen more clearly how to love you.
What shall I do with all this finer light?