The sun shone through my curtains this morning and the dust on my wardrobe was seen, undeniable, uninhibited true!
I foolishly believed that I had done all my dusting and the house was clean?
But layers of dust were hid from my eyesight and would have remained unknown to me, were it not for that intense light.
Tomorrow I will live in a world where so much is hid from my sight, and I will make decisions without seeing the consequences.
And so I struggle on with not seeing, or maybe occasionally seeing?
Is it not like a blind man doing a jigsaw?
Tonight the dead voice of a church clock will chime for the midnight people, and I will pray for a human tenderness to arrive with the sun in the morning.
This is a great poem I love it.