A Smidge More Imagination Than Is Practical.

It is not my eyesight that is faulty.
My mind perhaps, or perhaps an imagination gone
a bit berserk, things seen in a strange stereophonic vision,
seeing both reality and something else at the same time.
Things as I feel them perhaps,
or as I imagine they might be.
I see poems in pictures. Romance in the simplest things.
Youth in old people. I see children as adults,
wiser than we give them credit for.
I see art in photographs, stories in paintings,
as if anything in my world is on the verge
of being something completely different,
a shapeshifting universe where nothing is quite what it seems,
where part of the joy is seeing the transformation,
and guessing, part way through,
what will become and whether I will like it
as much or more than reality.

About this poem

I see things differently than most. I am not sure why. I am reasonably sure it is not a bad thing, but it is definitely a thing.

The picture was a photograph that I immediately saw both as a drawing (The image here used software to get that effect) and a poem Today they all came together.

Tom