What You'd Think I Know

The shadows trick my eye, with their hint of illumination,
making me think white is blue.
My mind knows reality but my eye is easily fooled.
When my eye leads, that is
And I can end up missing the mark for lack of thought.
A common---or is it normal---mistake.
I rarely---or is it hardly---know the difference.
And you'd think I'd know the difference
Between white and blue, I mean.
But the truth is---
and what is truth? Do I really mean truth, or do I mean in my experience?---
they are closer than you think.
And in the dark, you can easily mistake one for the other.

By Julie Pippert
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Comments

S.T. said…

Ohhhhhh, that's gorgeous! I'd love to have that hanging on my wall.

July 20, 2006 at 12:48 PM

Om.powered said…

In the dark, you ARE the blue. Or the white.

Or both of them, together.

And that? Is the Truth.

xo

July 28, 2006 at 1:32 AM

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