At First Sight
March 1 2023
My first impression was incorrect.
They usually are.
But we are meaning-seeking animals,
impatient to make sense of things
and our brains happily comply.
So it takes an act
of intentional generosity
not to judge.
Although “impression”
may be the wrong word.
Because nothing is impressed on us,
there's no hot lead
poured into letters
and pressed into our heads.
It's closer to projection;
seeing in others
the bits of ourselves
we either like well enough
or disapprove.
And how indelible they are.
You only get
to make a first impression once,
and from then on
you're mostly stuck.
Like love at first sight.
How instantly
you fall into it;
perhaps just a glance
across a crowded room
when your eye caught hers.
And how incrementally
you tend to fall out;
until eventually
even a glimpse of the face
that you couldn't get enough of,
the face that made your heart pump hard
and pulse quicken,
just raises your blood pressure.
Not that first impressions can't be right;
those rare times
that leave you feeling
like a fine judge of people.
You learn to know them better, of course;
but, good or bad,
they're still that same person
— just more so.
And if there even is such a thing
as love at first sight,
what a first impression it must be.
When you've really found “the one”.
When you both fall,
surrendering to gravity.
When there's no disillusion.
No falling-out.
No doubt
from the very start.
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