Nonplussed Equanimity Poem by Margaret Alice

Visit to the ophthalmologist started as a major tragedy,
the car keys were gone, took the spare keys, ended up
in road works, took a long way round, ending in victory,
we got two frames each, one for free, the ophthalmologist
chose the one she recommended, we chose a second one,
Tiaan was delighted, she disapproved of his choice, he loved
the compromise of getting strong glasses in navy AND his own
preference in aquamarine also

I was relieved, after determining why the letters dance before
my eyes – contrary to popular opinion, it was not due to spiritual
hallucinations, but astigmatism, she recommended small reading
glasses for work, to see who came in when I look up, I insisted on
gold while she wanted something more funky, a second pair for
reading at home, she kindly explained to read a cookery book,
help the kids with homework, I said I read books, she blinked,
yes, you’ll be able to do that too

I chose big, round reading glasses for home, explaining I don’t
mind not seeing when I look up, something I prefer not to do;
all of us happy in the end; she a bit nonplussed - maybe
if I can see my document, I’ll translate it with more
equanimity…