Short sighted but clear eyed

My perspectives are closer to the ground –

lower than a bird, higher than a worm

just the everyday heights, nothing profound,

somewhere in between the long and short term.

Somewhat near confused, but still quite clear eyed

to recognise the truth at the first try,

and they know truth’s on which side of the divide,

even when it’s blurred, made up as a lie.

Don’t come to me with your spins on history.

I know what’s what, the lay of this land,

sharp enough still to see through your sophistry

however short my sight, and shaky my stand.