I Can’t See Reality
By
Bill Cottringer

I realized something—
I am legally blind;
I can’t see reality.
Oh sure I see stuff,
But that’s all in flux;
What I can’t see,
Is the un-seeable—
What’s right behind,
All this normal stuff?
The longing inside,
That’s just a feeling;
The sliver of glimpses,
I occasionally see,
Just pose questions;
Is it vague memories,
Of my forgotten soul?
Trying to be seen,
Always outspoken,
But my relentless mind?
Or just enough to know,
With enough certainty,
The reality I can’t see,
Is just behind the curtain,
Of unseen real time,
I do see here and now;
So maybe I’m not blind,
Just needing to see past,
What I’m looking at—
The meaning of wind,
Warmth of sun,
Raptor’s eye;
I see reality.
The Prosperity Zone