The Sea Within My Eye

Injection day ‘twas once again
Six weeks gone by since the past 
Macular degeneration treatment given
To keep my vision clear long last 

Floaters oft come home with me 
Dark purple, burgundy or blue
Color hard to tell so deep 
That dance around close in my view

Sitting tall and still l look
Head held down to better see 
Floaters glide to forward view
Exactly right in front of me

And in the sea inside my eye 
‘Tis caviar of various size
Clumped together like clustered grapes 
Conjoining, splitting, floating by

Translucent globs, purple it seems
The centers lighter, though that can change
I wish a picture I could take 
To show you now that duckling shape 

Sometimes the floaters hide away
Absorbed into the vitreous sea
When dramatically they entertain
Each time it is a different scene

I understand, the secret 
known 
Of “picking cotton from the air”
It’s not a gnat, a bug, or fly 
It’s just a floater floating by 

Thankful that this private show 
Lasts not for long, true indeed
Less welcome to my tiny sea 
Are the globs that jump in front of me!