Brief Treatise on Seeing and Being Seen

Tangled in a public square, blind man with dog
Alert, stopping anyplace—
Each hour is whole
Every doorway perfect.

Do you see me?
I hear dresses,
Coats flapping,
Cliffs and verdure of lives,
A river, western sky,
The gently loosing bonds
Of your faiths.
Clouds, pages,
No one stops us.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto