Our vision obscured, we peer, we strain
To see what’s behind the hedge.
We preconceived what our eyes should see,
Prejudge what lies there hiding, waiting.
Our bias is so strong as to obscure
What’s there, like a hedge of our own making.
We could get closer,
If we wanted to, but
Maybe we prefer this view that is under
Didn’t we spend all this time learning
Nonverbal cultural cues so as to be able
To separate into categories.
To make quick superficial judgements
Maybe we should look over the hedge
Instead of trying to see through it,
But first we must acknowledge its presence.