BLINDING QUESTION

BLINDING QUESTION

There's light

On the dancing dust motes

Lime green in the frilly fern fronds,

A thousand fuzzy rainbows

Dance in my eyelashes

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But she was left to feel

The space between those waiting

Their clammy guiding hands

The air moving between bodies

The subtly changing pressure

The atmosphere of hope

The ambience of dread

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The guided her

Till she guided them

The anxious, the lonely, the poor

They led her by the hand

Till she led them with compassion

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She saw nothing

But heard their hearts

She saw nothing

But felt their trepidation

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She dangled by a cable

They dangled by a thread

-Their lives caught in the headlamps

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She moved through silky darkness

Awash with curiosity

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But on a day when she led the hopeless

On a day when she led the hopeful

She asked:

What is a cloud like?

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Like cotton wool?

Don't tell her that!

Like cauliflower?

More beauty...please...

Clouds are like wild horses tails...

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Her spirit danced in childish rapture

For with these shared words

We held a treasure