Blurred Vision

Snow

Snowing

Hoar Frost 

Fog

White

on White

the snow crunches in the bitter cold

and vision clear

does not exist

I stumble in the haze

wishing for clarity

as the world spins slightly from my disorientation

even as the light dawns

the world remains

not much than a blur

sometimes all of life is

white on white on white

a world hidden

no clear choices

no easy right and wrongs

vision clear does not exist

it is not Lord

that I can't see at all

I do not claim blindness

just blurred vision

and perhaps that is good

for mostly likely it is when I think I can see

that I boldly

walk off the cliff