A Blind Spot Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a certain point in life
that you arrive at
not knowing what to do and you
decide

on a question without an answer
relying on the
auto-resolution of the problematic
propostion,

sick minds get well without
medication sometimes,

lizards grow the tail that you cut
when you were so angry

wounds heal without notice
days provide them time
to take care of their own bleeding

on a certain day i am struck with so much light
only to find
that i cannot really see what is in there

its color particularly
mistaking red for blue
white for beige

even black for white
and people who rely on my vision
become so disappointed

this sense of injustice sometimes blinds
we go for the murky water hoping to find a fish
without gills

it is traumatic not to be understood
it is scheming for me to see to it that you will not understand

but this is my game and your game too,
exploring the senses of letting things go

intriguing biographies, taking too many names that at the end
confront us too with
having no meaning at all,

what is this? pure baloney.
yet so interesting, let the day pass without so much worry

relaxing, unknown, and so colorful, red and yellow trying to capture
the essence of an afternoon, even without you

and then there is only darkness and silence
and a star so near the moon, like love blossoming into a flower.