Real Meditations: I Lost My Glasses

Breathe In.  I lost my glasses.  Again.  Breathe Out. They’re just glasses.  Breathe In.  I like them. Also, I paid a lot of money for them.  And they turn into sunglasses.  And we’re going away next week.  I need sunglasses.  Breathe Out.  You have other sunglasses.  Breathe In.  I don’t like that I lose everything.  It must be a metaphor.  Maybe there’s a reason I lost my glasses in particular.  Something I don’t want to see.  Breathe Out.  Glasses can just be glasses.  Breathe In. I’ve looked in every single place where they could be.  Peter always says they’re in the bed or under it.  Usually.  But not this time.  I took the bed apart. Breathe Out.  I didn’t lose them. I couldn’t have.   Breathe In.  And even if I did, they’re just glasses.  Breathe Out. I bought a great pair of sunglasses last weekend at the flea market.  They have bamboo sides and were a dollar.  No problem losing them.  Breathe In.  Most people don’t lose their glasses.  They have one pair or two and just put them on and take them off.  Breathe In.  I have many glasses but the ones I like are the ones I lost.  Breathe Out.  I think I’ll take an outdoor shower so I can stop thinking about my glasses.   Breathe In.  The glasses are on the shelf in the shower.  Breathe Out.  I’m glad I decided to take a shower.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. I have a niece who always leaves things behind. Her mother says it’s because she’s loosely connected to the material world.

  2. I finally bought my first pair of prescription glasses this morning. I’ve probably needed them for about a year, but I put it off until today. I was also thinking it must be a metaphor. I’d like to see it that way.

    Also, I’m going to Cape Cod this weekend, where I will take some outdoor showers. When I do, I’ll now be especially mindful of where I put my glasses.

  3. Where can you take an outdoor shower? And how is there room for a shelf to leave your sunglasses on? The mysteries of poetry.

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