Where can a blind man live who is pursued by bees?
Where does he go when dark clouds
above occupy his mind?
-and concrete seals off the sky?
What is he meant to do when
the world is one shade of
dull, aching grey
– and he cannot even see it?
I’ll tell you………
He determines to use his faith
in a higher power
to stave off death as it tries to
scurry down his throat
like a rat
He pockets life in his loin cloth
and soldiers on
© Vivian Zems
“Where can a blind man live who is pursued by bees?“-first line by Pablo Neruda