The Blind
by Arkady Gershteyn
May 12, 2011
I saw a blind man today, as I was driving by
He was rocking back and forth
In earnest prayer he beseeched God
Perhaps for vision of for youth
I felt sorry for the poor man
for there is no God
and Darkness shall never cease to fill his days
But maybe, he was praying for me
to grant me the power to smell as deep, as he,
the lilacs in its Spring bloom,
mixed with the aroma of fallen woods,
and countless other smells, that color the air
as oils a canvas
It may in fact be he who is sorry for me,
who drove past him at high speed
with windows closed
head clogged with worries
like a stuffy nose -
impervious to the smells yonder.
© Copyright Arkady Gershteyn 2011
The Blind
© Copyright: Аркадий Герштейн, 2011
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