The Moya View

Tag: perception

  • Sightlines

    Sightlines

    Sightlines” emerged from a moment of ritual clarity—when my aging eyes, no longer tasked with precision, began to see through blur into beauty. The poem honors the body’s quiet adaptations and the mind’s compensatory grace. It’s a minimalist elegy for vision, a philosophical gesture toward perception as ritual. I wanted to write something that doesn’t…

  • Walking My Dog Without My Glasses

    Walking My Dog Without My Glasses

    Walking My Dog Without My GlassesI depend on my four-legged little boy to navigate the blurwhen I’m out walking the neighborhood without my glasses.I follow the leash—him tugging me off course,left, then sideways—nose deep in something rich and rude but insistent.Yesterday, it was a brown squirrel disappearing into leaf-shadow,a harem of dogs perfumed by musk…