May 12th Blindness

I see a blind lady walking her dog mornings on Cedar Street. Within our routines, we see and don't see each other. We know and don't know each other. Today we were in perfect harmony moving through the universe in opposite directions while a telephone pole stood still in between us obscuring my view. I realized then that in order to truly see a person one must adjust to their movement in the world. Then maybe we can know them too.