Out of My Blind Spot - A Poem for Lent
It rides aroundnot quite a shadowbut haunting melike the unfinished business of a half-finished plot
It sits just behind my right shoulder bladelodged between my egoand my consciencebeckoning darknessthat keeps me from the light
Sometimes it's a personthat I couldn't seebecause I was blindedby what I wanted to seewas it generosity or a fool's charadewas it you I was seeingor my own desire to remake you?the clouds move away and I am willing to see