November 8th | "Blind"

When I was little,

I shut my eyes

to imagine how it must feel

to be blind....

You move slower

more careful,

because there is less to see

but more to take in

with every breath

and fingering touch

and feathery kiss

that life's passers by

have to offer.

Perhaps,

you are blind,

even for just a moment--

How do you see?

How do you feel?
Have you forced yourself
into blindness?

Is it brave of me to say

I could be blind if I had to be,

or is it ignorant

to assume the best

from the worst?

When I was little,

I shut my eyes

sometimes

and pretended I was blind,

and I walked in the shoes

of someone I never knew,

and prayed for the return of sight.