Listen to poem:
Why's our sight in, out, and round about?
Foresight sends our mind's eye scouting on ahead,
To glimpse tomorrow's paths, before they are tread.
Hindsight retraces footprints when the deed is done.
Explaining why we stumbled, strayed, lost or won.
Insight burrows underneath, the obvious surface view.
Unearthing hidden seams of things we know to be true.
Oversight looks across what's ao obvious and plain,
Yet, it overlooks what's staring back again and again.
Short-sighted eyes see clearly, only what is close at hand.
But, distant meanings blow away like shifting sand.
Far-sighted wisdom scans into the distant years,
Seeing future harvests, hopes, whims and fears.
Second sight glimpses what has yet to come in to view,
Clear-sighted eyes cut through disguises to what's true.
Then comes the blindside, ambushing from behind—
Revealing what was shadowed, overlooked, unmined.
Out of sight, we slowly drift from focused thought.
With meaning, intent and purpose coming to naught.
Eyesight merely shows us what is there to see—
But never where our cleat focus ought to be.
We have foresight for tomorrow, hindsight for the past,
Insight for deep truths, oversight for chances we cast.
Yet the here and now keeps slipping out of sight—
Perhaps, we need 'now-sight' to hold the present right.
Yet with the here and now, slipping out of sight—
We need our 'now-sight' to hold our presence right.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
