It's okay if the world goes with Venetian; <br />Who cares what Italians don't see?-- <br />Or with Man's Bluff (a temporary problem <br />Healed by shrieks and cheating)--or with date: <br />Three hours of squirming repaid by laughs for years. <br /> <br />But when an old woman, already deaf, <br />Wakes from a night of headaches, and the dark <br />Won't disappear--when doctors call like tedious <br />Birds, "If only..." up and down hospital halls-- <br />When, long-distance, I hear her say, "Don't worry. <br /> <br />Honey, I'll be fine," is it a wonder <br />If my mind speeds down blind alleys? <br />If the adage "Love is blind" has never seemed <br />So true? If, in a flash of blinding light <br />I see Justice drop her scales, yank off <br /> <br />Her blindfold, stand revealed--a monster-god <br />With spidery arms and a mouth like a black hole-- <br />While I leap, ant-sized, at her feet, blinded <br />By tears, raging blindly as, sense by sense, <br />My mother is sucked away?<br /><br />Charles Harper Webb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-3/
