A man who cannot see
Came to see the Queen
No spectacle for him
His days are dark
His wife beside him guiding him
Long white stick in front of him
Here we are she said
He bowed and made his mark
We cannot see inside another one
We’re blind until the rising of the sun
Until the other one reveals
The hidden self inside
We walk as though in darkness every one
But what we see enough for reverence
For kindly word and deed the person there
In living days in dying and in death
We honour one another fair is fair
Brian Fahy
18 September 2022
Erris Poetry 