What We Can't See

The Blind Spot
9" x 12" mixed media on canvas


We can draw these lines
in cerebral sands
& close our hearts
to light

Smother ache with wines
in foreign lands
to avoid painful parts
of our plight

But we still pay fines
in Time's ancient hands
when sleep departs
in the night

Then resigned,
one finally understands
that healing starts
with wrongs set right.