An Elevated Viewpoint
His nose would plausibly have been all right
In ordinary profile, but when viewed
From high above (my double-decker height)
It was ugly, like Satan had construed
Its meaning to a splayed-hoof, gristled shape.
The man was cycling, going on his way,
And probably had peered at the landscape
Of his acceptable features that day,
The bathroom mirror glancing nothing odd.
It only goes to show, doesn’t it, that
Perspectives high above,like those of God,
May make me seem too much like a cow pat?
We’ll have to hope that there is charity
When we are seen with divine clarity.