Without glasses

I look at the lighthouse and realise
It’s a whirling Sufi with a mining helmet
Reminding Almighty’s lost vessels
His light may not always shine on them
But will always guide them safely home.

I look at the moon and realise
It’s a Kamayogic infographic
Reminding dieting stargazers
How much to fill their dinner plates
To attract tides of wedding mates.

I look at the sand and realise
It’s Time on a Zen retreat,
Pausing from its on-the-go job,
Away from all the ups and downs
Of its hourglass office life.

I look at my glasses and realise
I see better some days without them.