blindness is epidemic
but never base and black
not the dark we think we know
it’s a soft and sometime digital glow
it’s keyboards and desktops,
floors and streets and shoes;
blindness is the cast-down eye
that fails to look up and see
the miracle glow of incandescence,
of stars captured in glass

irony is this enslaved, enslaving light
this over-arching hiding from the bright
fueling the pressed down, bending back
working to be free from work
that we might create these beautiful tools
to ensure we would never stop and see