Acclimation

It's strange what can be normal and routine.
Even what was once a miracle
Can, seen through time's distorted viewing screen,
Become unstrange. Only empirical
Evidence could show me this - but I
Who would have disbelieved two years ago
All this was possible - no longer sigh
With wonder at my love. Therefore I know
The mind can take as usual a sight
It would have goggled at before. And yet
I think it's for the best - to toss at night
In shock at changes I cannot forget
Would make the pleasure less - I acclimate
In order to enjoy the newfound state.