Passing

For days now I’ve been blind.

I woke up two Tuesdays ago blind.

Not knowing how this happened, I led my current life puzzled.

Put your arms out and guide me across this street.

Filled with chaotic delivery trucks and bike messengers.

Take me to the other side.

And let me be free, on my way.

Someday I’ll come across you once more.

On one knee I’ll fall.

And ask you to marry me.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.10.26.12:02:04@205HudsonNYC