Eye Peace

we hold hands, mama and me climb the steps
to Lester Weintraub, OPTOMETRIST.

he tests me with the chart,
changes lenses in the two-eyed machine,
blinds me with his pen light gizmo,

we go back the next night,

and he adjusts my new glasses.
i look out the window
and see the river, Brooklyn,
my reflection in a glass pane.

HOW DO YOU SEE    mama says.
great    i say.
GOOD   she says.

outside street lights clearly appear.
i see a girl across the street, smiling.
i see my room 13 floors up,
the light still on.

i see the moon.
i see the stars.

WHY ARE YOU CRYING    mama says.
you are so pretty    I say.