Opthamology & Optometry

The opthamologists are mapping my eye,
while the All-Seeing Eye, having mapped my I
from before my birth and tracked my days
on Earth, is now mapping my eye-doctors in
the process of their secondary map-making.
The All-Seeing maps my I and knows how to
get about within it,

even better than His seconds.

I go to the retina specialist whose Resident
deputized for the task, glares his pinpoint
little lite rite into my site, here-and-there-ing
as I slow-shift to the left and rite and up
and down and all around - for the mapping.
Doctor Wong comes in, his seconds report
the results. He checks, he asks them questions
to provoke their self-corrects. The chief
deputy then shows me his hand-drawn view
of the back of my eyeball, where the results
precisely locate a fleck of red along some
arterial track in the back southwestern zone
of softball tucked into the skull-bone

left of the nose.

Diabetes, is it swelling the artery with undue
pressure, puncturing the rear of the eye-ball,
horizontal to the left ear? Could be, must be
just a temp spot, or could be a vein-weakness
that will develop into a conflagration, render
the outside of my eye, what you see, a fiery
blaze of blood-shot haze, popping the eye

and maybe, just maybe, I'll die.

We've got to track it. If it's a minor event
that's on its way out, or is it a progressive
process of developing dire. We've got to track
it, to prevent a forest fire. Come back in
three months.

I'm being tracked for diabetes putting too
much pressure on the veins in the back
of my eyeball and exploding them one by one
until I'm blind, perhaps. I must make out
a will, and live my books to some deserving
student of reformational philosophy and
encyclopedia, someone really interested
in the history of American philosophy.

Now, I go to Doctor Chan for a wider
opthamologicification that will measure my
seeing-site in the form of an eye-glasses
checkup for the first time in eight years.
It wasn't at the hospital, but in his private
offices, where I return somewhat embarrassed
at the long time of self-neglect which now
becomes obvious as his staff checks for all
the eye diseases I may have contracted -
like glaucoma,

perhaps I'm in a coma,

and whatnot.

When the staff finishes , they turn over
their report to Doctor Chan, the main man.
I'm sent into his inner chamber where he
measures meticulously my site, my seeing,
my see-balls, left and rite. The results:
in the ate years since my last opto-measure
exam, my seeability has decreased just
a smidgeon, and my astigmatism has rotated
just a wee.

Of course, Doc gives me a new prescription
with the measurements needed for new glasses.
There will be a period of adjustment,
I'm advised, during which my site will blur
for awhile. But, I translate al this to mean
I won't have to get the new eye-glasses
for thse Internet-worn, TV-strained eyes, not
immeidately - as money is tite!

The All-Seeing Eye sees my plite, my site,
my nite, my day, my play, my journey
on the Way lit by His Word's Lite.

- Owlb