The Veil

 THE VEIL

Not to be needlessly contrarian,

my dear—and yes, I understand 

a family picnic’s not the time

or place for commentary on 

the metaphysical—but when 

your dad is scooping beans

and noting how clear the sky 

is, it’s riveting what qualifies

as such. Glass is clear. So 

is the general opinion on who 

should hold the office come 

November. But no, the dome 

is clearly quite opaque. Unless,

of course, he’s right, and it’s 

     our vision clouded in a kind

of cataract that keeps us from

     perceiving what lies behind,  

         and like these beans, divine.