Reader I’m Sorry….

planet of the blind

Let’s go up river though the current isn’t easy. Spiders skate in the shallows. A thunderstorm is coming. Open your eyes as wide as you can.

How easy it is to appeal to the reader.


Reader I’m sorry. I should own what I need and leave you be.


Last night I lay in wet grass among fireflies. Somewhere far away a dog was barking at something no human could hear.


I grew up beside a river.


The trick was this: I grew. I admit just this. I was sad at windows. I thought my boyhood shoes were hideous.


I was so busy with things under the trees, mushrooms, crickets, I paid insufficient attention to the sky—blindness be damned.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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