Life on leash

His eyes were white

Like the eggs well cooked

Dark dots of iris

clearly amiss

Led by his nose

he traversed through life

guided by smells and sniffing

A middle aged woman

following closely behind

to warn the well-eyed

"Sorry, he's blind"

The border collie

I bumped into by the beach

kept going straight

unmindful of my

not seeing it

I had lost my way

blinded by the need for certainty

Leashed by my insecurities

as I crawled hesitant

through life