Blind Man’s Bluff, a poem

illustration blind mans bluff

Blind Man’s Bluff

What is this game?  I am thirty-three,

and my eyes are covered up for play.

The world is solid black, my movements


slow & clumsy with fear.  All around

my floating head, voices chatter & laugh.

Tree roots line the ground, dangerous


protuberances, desiring my blood.

At a distance, I hear water falling,

it sounds uncommonly happy, it sounds


like someone peeing.  I could stay

this way forever, or at least

for a few minutes.  My own daughter


giggles when I stumble, and I wave

my hands to catch her hair:  sweet web,

tying my heart to my body


so it dares not take flight.

I don’t know anymore

if the grass is green here; mostly I sense


bare, flaccid soil, decaying leaves.

What chemicals created this relentless

natural discontent?  Is there a cure?


Old desires for wandering flood upward,

through jagged white bone, never coming

to fruition.  This tender moment


of blindness is welcome relief.

Certainly if I were to break an arm,

a leg, I would be taken out


of this awful inertia.  The laws of physics

are absolute, giving no small comfort

to a homeless spirit like mine.


There is nothing like the delight

of a very young child — to fracture

such a short-lived spell


would bring the greatest weariness of all.

Yet, if despair is the only real sin,

I am surely damned.  In the darkness, I reach.


As I grope her small round face, she speaks,

and I feel the soft lips move

under my fingertips:  you found me, Mommy.


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66 responses to “Blind Man’s Bluff, a poem

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  3. Norman Moran

    I used to play this game with my mum! I can’t believe how many times we all fell on our asses, but nobody every got hurt! A miracle!

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  6. Raina Dyal

    I liked to play this game when I was a child. I am trying to distract myself from worrying right now, and this was helpful.

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  7. Abigail Oronosaki

    blind man’s bluff! i played that as a child! this is lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Oscar Farina

    This sounds like an idyllic moment for you and your daughter. You captured it.

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  9. Laura Pratt Wilson

    Wonderful slice of life with a child.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Anonymous

    I love the ending. I have a small daughter too!

    Liked by 1 person

  11. I’m not sure why this poem has so many comments, I mean, it ‘s okay. But 65 comments? Wow.


  12. I had a daughter who got abducted by her father. I found her but it took two years. I felt that was searching blindfolded. This poem somehow connects with that.


  13. What a strange game to play with a child.


  14. This reminds me of my grandmother who was blind. She had the ability to sense things through hearing, like a bat or a cat or a rabbit or a deer.


  15. Cassie Leonard

    This sounds like a real little kid I know!

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Steve Wintik

    My daughter said the same thing to me in pin the tail on the donkey, when she was blindfolded. Moments, captured, are good poetry. Thanks.

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