(with apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson)
I have a little floater that goes in and out with me
And what can be the use of her is more than I can see.
She’s very very jumpy like a little black fruit fly
As she swoops and flits and quivers ‘round the corner of my eye.
The funniest thing about her is the way she never stares
me full face-on but rather lurks beside me unawares
like a glass chip in a window, cobweb fragment, spot or thread
she’s a bit of protein darting through the humor of my head.
She hasn’t got a notion of how floaters shouldn’t stay
within one’s line of vision but should gently drift away.
The way she hovers near me, paranoia it must be
I’d think shame to stick to anyone like floater sticks to me.
Perhaps one morning early, when my monitor’s alight
I’ll rise and find my page displays without a spot in sight.
My annoying little floater will be nowhere about
because my brain has finally figured how to tune her out!
Violet Nesdoly is a grandmother and a lay-poet, meaning she has no formal poetry degrees or credentials of any kind. She has had poems published in a variety of print and online publications, including Vogue Patterns Magazine, Prairie Messenger and Your Daily Poem. Find more of her poetry online at Violet Nesdoly / poems.