Some days I can get clear-headed enough to express what I really want. Other days, I get muddled. What hounds me then are the things I think others want of me. Here's a poem, an intention for the day, I set for myself a few months ago. I want it again today . . . regardless of all the things others may want of me.
As If I Were Blind
I want to touch each thing
as if I were blind—
And behold the whole world with