Rear-flection

In rear-view lens, I witnessed, one morn
What seemed, a string, of surreal
In sequence of living, in likeness
Of backwardly dance, perhaps
With odd slant, of glass, peered back,
Saw liars, then lying when passed
At 50, looking back
Now standing right-
Angled to earth, erect, up-right,
Then zig-zaggers, now, on white
Solid line, while vendor and vagabond,
Veered and vanished, in silence of street-light
Shadows that touched, at tips, almost
As arrows, and buildings
Made bridges of length, in Lego,
Then men, once metal, side-walkers
Of vehicles, sat sidelong, swingers
Of songbird that perched, on threading
In unison of wires, that waved, in whisper
Of winds, and I peered, from within
My world, of glasses, of prism
And played, with planes, of angles
Of light waves, and saw
How sidewalk had tapered, like tunnel
And saw how pathways, aimless, gaping
Are trained, with focus, to narrow
With vision of change
As I witnessed, a world, what is
Then carved, and sliced, and sutured,
To visualize, what ought to.