Assumptions

Looking through a keyhole
     always a narrow slice
          a picture, a song, an opinion
               a determined view of what is ahead

Fascinated by the details
     exploring, labeling and re-labeling
          what we perceive
               ruminating on everything of interest

What lies on the other side?
     just beyond our grasp
          the backside of the foreground
               that we so zealously defend?

Do we have experience?
       can we, at least in some things, predict
             thereby  through enlightened, insightful
                 observance
                    engage in seeming newness in more than
     two dimensions?

Can we see around corners to the side
     that is neither dark or light
           rich or poor, wrong or right, perfect or less so
               only different?

Can we enjoy that difference
     without intimidation or fear, arrogance or denial?
          will we ever know beauty as God does,
               assumptions of absolute truth knit together
                        to make a wonderful living thing