Perhaps, as they say

Everything is tapestry,

I was simply

Seeing upside-down and making

Faces from lines of trees

Seeing churches in crumpled scenes

From this side, a fool

From another, an invalid

Either way, don’t deny me

Adjustment time

Sudden restoration to right orientation

But still seeing those shapes

Maybe always will

Maybe you can too,

If you want

But who has time to court weakness

It is strength to know

One’s own speed and wisdom

To know how far one can travel

No folly to admit loss

Even of something you were always

Convincing yourself

Was only your imagination.