The Rearview Mirror
by Robert Morgan
This little pool in the air is
not a spring but sink into which
trees and highways, banks and fields are
sipped away into minuteness. All
split on the present then merge in
stretched perspective, radiant in
reverse, the wild world guttering
back to one lit point, as our way
weeps away to the horizon
in this eye where the past flies ahead.
Various people have gotten credit for inventing the car. But who invented the rearview mirror? And could that unsung genius have guessed what a marvelous, indispensable metaphor he or she has given to the world?
Always look in the mirror, for amazing photos.
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