Each morning so far

Each morning I get in the car and find
the center convex-prism rear-view mirror
turned up to day position for my spouse:
that is, set to night vision for my height.
I see a flattened world in tones of grey,
but clear enough, I think. It’s good enough.

And yet each day I pull the mirror down.
Sunlight pours in, forever a surprise.
Each day, I think, the world hands me the choice
of Plato’s cave. Give thanks! each day, so far,
I’ve turned away from shadows to the light.

Page 19 in the City Pulse's holiday "Keeping the Lights On" issue!