Prompted Poem: Perspective

I tried to see my own eyeball.

In a plant, a fungus,

a workout, a pill,

at the bottom of a highball

glass.

I tried to understand how my action

affected the world. My lens

remained fixed and was

so very marred by refraction.

"Ass!"

We shout together

at the car who cut us off

and sped away far too fast.

Never mind his desperate

highway race

to bring his child to the hospital.

We'll never know.

"Why can't he just relax,

go safely and slow?"

To murder ego requires parallax,

so I tried to see my own eyeball.