Chris Jibero - Receive Your Sight

Riding on the crest of success
always confers blindness
on man saddled with ignorance
like a bat flushed out of its nest
by a gushing gale to confront bright
rays of sunlight of a vivacious day
stripped of gloomy clouds

A slip, a sudden fall
a temporary kiss of the dust
a tonic for the great and mighty
being a guest in the valley of dry bones
and all lions, all hyenas
and all vultures vanish

A little taste of ill-fortune
is an ample measure of salt
to a pot of soup yearning
earnestly for seasoning
a whiff of it restores sight
so, the blind, receive your sight
now or forever remain foolish
even as your bones wear new breath
and new flesh.

(C) Chris Jibero. 2009.

Chris Jibero

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