No Small Thing

No Small Thing
Thank you for reading glasses…

for bringing words back into focus
and our books closer to us again.

Poetry’s plenty hard enough
to decrypt without being
a bit fuzzy on the page.

And I’ve long needed
more and better focus
anyway.
          (So my editors
and two sisters-in-law
keep insisting about me.)

Besides, I’m mostly grateful
for anything I own these days
that doesn’t require batteries.

Just some ground up glass
fastened to thin frames
with tiny, tiny screws
that barely qualify
for existing.

Such tiny,
tiny things
solving such
a big problem.
A poem by Nathan Brown from An Honest Day’s Prayer

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