Hindsight

Yesterday was the UK's National Poetry Day, with this year's theme of Vision, for which I wrote a poem a month ago. Today's image of damp Winter-flowering Jasmine, through a rainy window - and then an open window - is to accompany my new poem:

Hindsight

If only we’d known
but we never imagined,
If only we’d thought
but we hadn’t a clue.
  Now we look back
  it’s as clear as daylight:
     Hindsight’s a wonderful thing.

The signs were all there
yet we failed to notice.
We all meekly followed
or turned a blind eye.
  Now we look back
  it’s as plain as our faces:
     Hindsight’s a wonderful thing.

History’s torchlight
foreshadows so faintly.
Late recognition’s
a blindfold too far.
  Now we look back
  the sad mission’s accomplished:
     Hindsight’s a wonderful thing.

                 © Celia Warren 2020


It is also my offering for Flower Friday, with thanks to host, Anni.