Tag: Seeing

True Sight

I watched a delightful
young smiling boy with
bright brown blind eyes
learning braille
Eager fingers tracing
the words and drawings of
“The Little Prince”
The joy
fascination
intensity
on his face
far beyond
language and
I cried
realizing
it was I
not him
that was blind

Seer

I know
that moment
that instant
just before
the hawk’s talons
grasp the mole
for I have been
both
Now merged into
one
perched calmly
atop the gnarled
old oak

Seeing clearly