Fog and Clarity

Good evening--
Pottery last night went SOOO much better than last week--i've got 6 mugs and 2 (still largely unattractive) bowls in the works, so...yay! and one mug is even curvy, instead of all straight-up-and-down, which is fine, too.
Currently, i am waiting for Daniel to finish working so we can go to Joe Mommas for $5 pizza night (for the first time in, like, YEARS...practically)! woo-hoo! and decided to take a break from reading The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood--which Christi owns and has recommended--for a li'l ol' blog post.
Today's poem is not about hindsight, although i drew a picture representing hindsight with which to accompany it...just because. but it is about perception and clarity.
finally, last night i dreamt that i was living in a military complex that was suddenly a bomb target, and my friends and i were hiding in a large room, one side of which was a window, just watching and listening to the explosions...and it was really terrifying. i woke up thinking about maisie dobbs and how it must have been like that for her while she was working as a nurse during WWI. only worse, of course, not being a dream. and worse than that, Maisie Dobbs of course is only fictional, but war is real and some people really do have to listen to bombs exploding all around them. :( i know so little about things.
(by the end of the dream, i was trying to mix and match faux-fiestaware at t.j. maxx, until a Kraken came and carried us all away in its tentacles.)
so, here is the poem:

Asking someone far away
For lessons in the now
Is risk and trust and hoping most
They'll understand somehow

Great distance dulls and sharpens
Is both blindness and a lens
An 'either or' a 'both' an 'and'
But which? It all depends