Foresight
Forever seeing a moment
into the galloping future,
the world is just a theory,
sight an act of prediction
to wrestle sense and perhaps survive
the shifty realm of perception,
a moment’s delay
between the fattening of a lens
and messages relayed to a brain
that likes to comprehend –
a moment that might unravel a future,
or even a head, on a busy road.
Without this blatant mistrust
of what the optic nerve proposes,
we’d be forever gauche in our acts,
fumbling our way through days and deeds,
and the pinnacle of sporting skill
would be simply to catch a ball.
Physics and time test our theories,
and every handshake is a palpable proof
that we’re all sharing in the grand lie,
but that car you believe has stopped
in the hazy distance of a summer’s day
might actually be coming closer.
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