Sometimes the blind lead the deaf. The subtle signs are the bumping into trouble and inability to listen to reason. It is an expedition into disaster unfettered by common sense or boundaries. Tumbles and falls propel this pairing to unknown destinations. The attraction is baffling but undeniable. These pairs can be seen through the ages. In spite of this confounding coupling, sometimes the blind find their way and the deaf hear the call. And even when they don’t, life seems to roll along. But try to keep your eyes and ears open anyway.
Set the goalpost where you can see it.
Do I carry myself as well as I could?
Do I understand the value
of what is contained within me?
This journey matters,
it requires my attention and comprehension,
if only I am able.
When I fall short the road changes.
The distance I go has much to do with how well
and whether I acknowledge the nature of the cargo
with which I am embedded.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault