Open eyes

Sometimes even the sightless see more than we do.

I can see, your smile
is radiant, I can see
the grimmace of that man
over there, beyond the sign
that warns others to stop.
I can see the fear, fear of
the first day of school,
poor little girl, I can see
the heart broken stare
of a woman in love.
I can see the pride, pride
of a lifetime of hard work
from the old man in the deli.
I can see all beautiful things.
I can see and yet,
I still remain sightless.