It’s easy to walk around with blinkers on,
with shutters down,
Tunnelling through life.
Seeing no more, no less, than what’s in direct line-sight.
But the human visual field spans 180 degrees!
It’s as though I can’t open my eyes
It’s as though I were totally blind
But the price was paid a long time ago.
My blindness exchanged for brilliant light.
I should see the etch-marks about in bold type.
The sorrow and the beauty
At least in theory...
I forget how to open my eyes.
I forget that I’m no longer blind.
It doesn’t really take much to render things clear
A chat with a friend about something that’s real,
words from the Word awakening, fresh.
A pocket of quiet, a myriad-shade sky...
It doesn’t take much
But it always takes something.
I’m beginning to realise
that with every new morning as I wake up
I need to open my eyes.