Seeing Is Believing Poem by gary polonsky

Seeing is believing - royal sense?
What if smelling was believing? Or taste?
Would we re-create a quint-essential fence,
‎Declaring all assumptions laid to waste?
Will we defer to woe-begat clichés,
Of how a stitch in time can save the hour,
Or ‎saving nine, or when the piper pays?
Is that the wisdom hence we shall devour?

‎Is life intended to reflect that kind of whim,
Where happenstance supplants the artful form,
Where puffy populists, reaching for your quim,
Pontificate as though they are the norm?
Seeing is believing - science, math and truth,
If not for us, let's own it for our youth.


A sonnet - Written in Ontario, Canada - 20th April 2020