Columbus With Specs
Dull tones smear and coddle in a gray muddle.
Cow brains munch cloud fields.
A reality steeped in foggy conjecture
until I find my spectacles.
I enter far horizons
like Columbus arriving in America;
not on the continent, but on some island
and outcrop just short of finding pay dirt.
Gradually, through the resurrection
of rods and cones, a far-seeing reality sucks
clearer vision into me - to back away
from this ‘all or nothing’ perception now
is not a practical option.
I could probably find the real America,
even Columbus did in the end, but as we know,
being rather ‘put-out’ by not having discovered India
he set out with a vim
to slaughter the locals in the name of God.
Not that reality and perception has that effect on me,
but there are times when a little myopia,
and a little less blind faith feeds the mind
until it can see both the daffodils and the dog S...t
navigating a path through both
like a New World explorer.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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