If I blur the lines,

I lose the parameters:

success or failure

truth or fiction.

Would that inability to see clearly make a kinder, gentler me?

Would I approach life with more care and curiosity,

not knowing what is before me?

In a sense, it is already true.

I see the road ahead and know its curves by heart, but what of

the eagle soaring, a friend coming to call, a poem out of the blue:

God’s hand, plain and true.

Blur the lines.

Know not what you see

Until it unfolds

In its own time.

Colleen Sohn