A Distorted View
The windshield offers
A distorted view
Making it a pane
To see the world
As it really might be
Just in front of me
Invisible protection
About two feet away
One quarter inch thick
With a slight UV tint
Curved at the edges
Doesn’t obscure
What I see
Merely warps
What is coming at me
From zero to sixty
Yet, in a way it is like
A glass bellybutton *
For when I have my
Head so far up up my arse
It is the only way
I can see what
Everyone else is doing
* “Jackie The Jokeman”
Where this should have stopped.
(Before the glass bellybutton would have been good too.)
A couple of interesting things, one is that the glass (windshield) is made from sand, soda ash and limestone, none of which are clear. Only when heated together and formed to fit.
The more fascinating aspect of the windshield is, at least for someone who has a tiny understanding of how molecules work. (Pun intended.)
Once the windshield is formed and “solid”, the molecules making up the glass are still zipping around. Coalescing into what the collective subjectives agree to as a clear manifestation curved and tinted “solid” membrane to keep the rain and wind out.
While agreeing to be a temporary collecting place for suicidal bugs. Till the rain or a wet squeegee releases them to their final resting place on the pavement.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 