Overcast

The eye can lose itself in endless gaze
When all seems ordinary, yet halfway obscured
Trapped in a deep infinitude of haze,
Uncertain which belief should be preferred:
That something, of itself invisible,
Has hidden distant vistas from its view,
Or otherwise, although it might seem risible
(But might, for all of that, also be true),
That nothing else exists except what's near,
Immediate, and close enough to see;
That all that matters is what's present here,
And not what else might theoretically
Be somewhere else unseen. In this strange state,
Imagination comes to compensate.s