White cold fog swallowed all shapes and colors

Wrapping suffocating arms around images

Rendering them unrecognizable

 

Light magnified the white

Forcing eyelids shut

In a futile effort to squint out the bright sheet

That blanketed all understanding

 

Adrenalin released by fear of injury

Became a constant companion

In the navigating struggle

Of simple daily existence

 

The face that once stared from the mirror

Was now erased along with the large green highway signs

Meant to guide one to a destination

 

Hopelessness was knocking at the door

But I never saw his face

For the surgeon miraculously locked it

Using his quick nimble hands

 

A clear blue sky replaced the fog

While confidence and gratitude nudged away fear

The surgeon’s face became beautifully visible

But two very thoughtful cornea donors

Had faces that only God would see