Poem 2 – Out Of Reach

Through the window, the world’s a blur
Wet paint smudged, colours blended
Features distorted, faces unclear
Unknowable, seen through a glass darkly

These hints of a world unrealised
Create a painful tension
Taunting, teasing,
Near but not yet here

Finally all becomes clear
My reading glasses remained in place
When lifted from their nasal perch
The world reconfigured, made anew

I wonder though…
Do I still see through obscuring lenses
Which if similarly removed might reveal
A better world, as yet concealed

Today’s poem was inspired by a trip into the kitchen with my reading glasses on.

© Ben Quant 2021

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