Eye of the Beholder

 Now that I am older

I know more and know

that I know less than

I thought I did--

knowledge in the eye

of the beholder reckons

with my awkward sight.

My lenses curve and

my mind flotsams and jetsams

driftwood memories of things

eroded by time

or by fashion outmoded

to the surface in answer

to questions I only

have begun to ask

as if I've always been working

 at the task.

I have not the confidence of 

a callow youth to say

I know for sure all that I know

nor even the sense to go with the flow. 

I am eddying in

the current of time but have 

picked up some things;

I know it's 

only what my current brings. 

There are other depths to be explored

beyond what I have known

I'm sure. 

Still with this eye

I would like 

to see more.