I am unable to focus.

It surrounds me,
chasing me from behind.
I plot its path forward.

Over analyzing,
I change direction,
but I’m unable
to elude it.

Immersed.

It is everywhere
and nowhere.
Constant yet elusive.

I obsess over it.
It ignores me.

We have
an intimate
relationship.

It is with
blurred vision
that I seek
and remain
enamored
with
the mysteries
of time.

“We blur the world to focus on it and blind ourselves to see.”
~ Carlo Rovelli, Physicist, on the nature of time

10 thoughts on “Poetry ~ Blurred

  1. Some of my artist friends tell me to paint without my glasses in order to loosen my tight paint strokes and abandon perfection.
    This is exactly what I hope to achieve……”It is with blurred vision that I seek and remain enamored with the mysteries of time.”
    Well written, Sue! 🙂

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