We see what we want to see:
so I was told by an authority
on the subject. I almost
believed him.

I have a need to read everything:
the scrolling credits at the end
of the movie; calorie counts
on the milk container; that objects
in mirror are closer than they appear.

Does the eye parse the sentences
of light that speak to us?
Do we choose their wavelengths
for our own reasons?

What will I miss if I’m seeing
what I know so well, looking
always in the same direction? I don’t
know what I’m missing. I don’t know,
I don’t know.

Point me in any direction
and I will find the face in the crowd,
the one seen before the light changes,
the one I will never know.