Near Sighted

I take off my glasses
so I can avoid the details and see the masses.

The grey symmetry of irregular shapes,
 walls of a chapel with vaulted arches,
 trees of grey and silver and white.

Stained glass windows
 of blues and greens and whites.
  Leaves indistinguishable from clouds,
   except by color,
moving to a breeze
 that doesn’t reach into the nave.

People slowly rush by,
 flashes of pink, coffee, and brown,
 the pale dark blue of faded jeans,
 white Ts, and impertinent shirts.