Cubes stacked to the sky
where many think they’re living
and fewer are asking, “Why.”
Blind eyes peek through blinds
where the crowded are alone,
for the unseeing don’t witness the blind.
interacts with tunnel vision
and misses the emotional poverty.
The day does beckon,
a few steps in the sun,
but first come glasses to cover blind eyes.
©August 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne