Blind for a Day

If we all could be blind
just for one day
blind to status
blind to our differences
blind to the color of our brother’s skin
if we could see with our hearts
not with our eyes
would we act differently than we do now

If we needed to reach out
to hold out a hand
to help each other along the path
would we live differently than we do now
for only through blindness
can we begin to see the truth
We are all the same in the dark

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA with her husband and two cats. She loves gardening and cooking. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore. *(a complete list of publications is available upon request) Read other articles by Ann Christine.