My View

March 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

I can’t see very far,
in fact,
I’m almost blind.

But I try to see,
that is, the good.

Am I blind to the reality
of day-by-day-by-day….

Or blind to the bitter
taste of shallow phrase.

I think it’s for the best,
a certain lack of sight,
for the best and most
sparkling views
I see

when I take a sudden breath
awoken from sleep
to eyelids blocking light,
the brightest darkness in the world,
a view that signals life.

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