Vision Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

A leaf turns towards the sun.
The worm shuns light.
A bee perceives a bud
by cone and rod,
For depth
the one-eyed octopus
must nod.
A fly sees much.
The owl spies best at night.
Each lens distorts.
The nerves relay.
But when we view
we scan to guess each pattern's plan.
You cannot know
and no one truly can.
You have to stop
and look and look again.
We view the world
oblivious to all
we fail to see.
Assumptions, bias,
lies and prejudice fill in.
While we act wise,
We're ignorant
to that which might appall.
We have to check
the content of our mind,
'Cause every eye contains
a spot that's blind.