Blindspot

A Poem

Jonathan Greene
Loose Words
Published in
2 min readOct 23, 2022

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Photo by Arne Wambeke on Unsplash

Maybe my whole life is a blindspot
and I can only see some of the stuff
like that wilted flower poking its head
though the crevice on a random sidewalk
and that melted ice cream on the corner
of that park bench with all the bird shit

It might be easier to keep the hard stuff there,
occasionally in view, but mostly hidden
because I can only see it if I crane my neck
and use a mirror to see the tremors of my past
which also gives me a headache because
objects in the mirror are often annoying

Maybe I push stuff into the blindspot
so things are a little easier each day
like the pile of mail I haven’t opened
in more months than you can count
and the cardboard strewn in the corner
from all of my self-care purchases

Blindspots can help sometimes
or maybe that’s my way of making it ok
because if I can’t see something
I can pretend it doesn’t exist
as it stares at the back of my head
while I drive to another appointment

What if my whole life is a blindspot
and I’ve been looking in all the wrong places
to find solace in just being human
and not having to worry that the thing
that I purposefully left behind
will come back to haunt me later?

© Jonathan Greene 2022

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Jonathan Greene
Loose Words

Father, podcast host, poet, writer, real estate investor/team leader, certified life coach. Curating a meaningful life. IG: trustgreene | trustgreene.com