It took me a minute to find the poem I was talking about. Sometimes the titles don't ring the right bell and I have to open them and read them to make sure it's the one I was really looking for. (I know, ending a sentence with a proposition is a no-no, but it's the way I talk, so there it is.) Anyway, here it is.
Feet blind
Blow me, wind
blow me down
a path my past doesn't know
somewhere new
that doesn't know me either
We can learn each other
I can find your rocks and thorns
and share them with you
and make them new to you
You can find me, maybe
stumbling down you
head up, feet blind
falling and getting up
Moving to a new place
that I can make old again
just like the old new place
I fell over, feet blind
It was such a nice place
green grass, blue sky, clear water
and I rejoiced, and sang
and danced until
the grass was mud
the sky was black
the water a murky brown
and it was old again
Copyright 2010 Carl Thames
I'm not that crazy about using the words "feet blind" twice, but I couldn't think of a better way to describe the situation that occurs in the second usage, so I left it. I do like playing with words.
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