LOVE BLINDNESS

 

 

If I remember your voice,

but not your face

 

blame my eyes, riveted on the sun

or was that the moon?

 

Following

the most obvious light,

 

knowing blindness

is its consequence,

 

I still seek love -

 

a condition

I can blame on the sun

 

not on my own bad judgment.

 

 

Susan Smith Nash