Cognition

Is

What we see, out there,

Really

What do we see?

The gentle shadows

Or the tender dawn interfere with

Unreliable senses---to a great extent.

These magical hours change human perceptions

And bewitch the alert eyes.

What is there…is not there.

What is not there…is there.

An odd image or two spring up before startled you.

The nightly gloom changes the forms

And turns a cloth-line into a moving serpent

Or a billowing curtain in an empty hall into

A dancing ghost of a maid seen a few decades ago

But never found, again and alive, in that dark mansion, of the pale-faced

River, now gasping under the weight of garbage, discharged in tons, from the nearby, ever-hungry, Asian

Cities.

All that glitters is not gold says the Bard from the Stratford-upon-Avon.

Yet, we continue to be led by the fallible orbs---not intuition or the inner light.Is

What we see, out there,

Really

What we see?

The gentle shadows

Or the tender dawn interfere with

Unreliable senses---to great extent.

These magical hours change human perceptions

And bewitch the alert eyes.

What is there…is not there.

What is not there…is there.

An odd image or two spring up before startled you.

The nightly gloom changes the forms

And turns a cloth-line into a moving serpent

Or a billowing curtain in an empty hall into

A dancing ghost of a maid seen few decades ago

But never found, again and alive, in that dark mansion, off the pale-faced

River, now gasping under the weight of garbage, discharged in tons, from the nearby, ever hungry, Asian

Cities.

All that glitters is not gold says the Bard from the Stratford-upon-Avon.

Yet, we continue to be led by the fallible orbs---not intuition or the inner light.