Tag: blindness
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A Harsh Wind
The wind howls in smelling of prisons, cemeteries, hospital ashes— misery.“What does it want from us?”,the people ask. The wind does not answer.They, demand it go away,scram like a lost, confused doglooking desperately for its owner.Instead the wind blows their paintings off their hooks,knocks over their table lights,blows their precious paperswith their meaningful wordsoff their…
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The Blind Man’s Spot
My hands touch the flagstones of your tomb.In this world of persistent shadowsmy feet go numb walking to this spot.I hear the wind scuff the white granite all aroundossifying thedirt, blood, stonebelow into my nostrilsand lungs. I sit on the benchnear youalmost seeingthe specterof birdsstopping their prolong flightinto the comingstillness of night trees,never really knowing…
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Three Parables Stretching for Dignity
The blind do not need blindfolds.They wear shades just for useven as we turn our eyes away.We give them a stick to see.The one-legged woman stands just as tall as the two-legged man.The blind man in the wheelchair can go far,but he can go twice as far if he holds on tothe frame of the…
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Living With the Fog
The fog covers the bridge all around.Above the day blurs night. Belowships prowl slowand uneasy lines.Thosedriving or walking throughwill remember the cry of the sky,the sobs of those tiny sirensbelow warning away,warning away,those who come too close to touching themin this blindness-long after the light has returned and their soulshave safely reached the other side.…