Cataract

Before the moment when the cloud cleared 

I had no idea how blue the sky was,

no idea how silvery the rain

though I’d felt it many times

falling gently

or fierce 

as a cataract

after a storm

and I’d searched my memory

and my imagination

to find how they were coloured.

Before the moment when the cloud cleared 

from my eyes

and tears spilled

like cataracts,

I had no clear idea.

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