Vison

Feeling the need

To know what’s waiting

at the end of this tunnel?

One might Google 

Zoom classes 

In mysticism:

The first site that appears

Is based in Florida.
And that brought a laugh.

Perhaps that mystic

Is related to those

Fortune tellers who reside

In trailers on the herpes side of town.

Got to wonder

If they can actually

Sense what is ahead,

And proof would be,

At the very least,

Decent housing.

Madame LaRue

Can con a client

Just so often,

Or she’d move.

Had an annual eye exam.

And it’s interesting

How many lenses

Can be twisted and turned

Allowing one alternately

Better and worse views.

Sort of like reality.
Or at least how
One perceives what 

Might be true:
It’s all how it applies

Strictly to you.

One can argue art.
What it means.

How valuable it might be.

But one has to be clear

When it comes to science.

Science lacks political savvy.
It has no guile.
It just presents itself,

And one either gets it or not.

Gravity, for instance.
Even a MAGA hatter

Might be aware

That what goes up

Is gonna come down.

Some say hindsight is perfect vision.
That by looking back

At what actually happened

That that is clarity.

Maybe that’s valid.

This year we’ve witnessed

A bunch of rear ends

Making true asses of themselves.

Maybe that’s what the cliché suggests:

Hindsight is 2020.

So many hinds. So much sight.
Perhaps that’s what it means.

So, what have we learned?

That’s to be determined

While sensible people mull:

What fresh hell will 2021 bring?