Blind

 

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Day 5: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

 

Blind

Depending on where I stand
the light between houses
shows me the way.

I look from within,
or is it without.
Do I know east from west,
or the place in between.

I search for light,
or does light search for me.
Walk fast or is it slow.
Heal at the corner
or bound into blindness.

It all depends on where I stand.
In nuance I wait, listen,
discern the whisper of peace.