Blind Hogs And Acorns

Photo by Dogancan Ozturan on Unsplash

Once upon a bar,
I fell face-first into you.
Clumsy, mindless, running blind,
Nothing could stop the sudden hunger.
Lucky you, lucky me…we were both starving.
Hand of God or blind-hog luck… Who knows?
Fumbling together out of that morass,
Years passed before we stood,
Clear-eyed as we could be,
Looking far into morning,
No longer blind or dumb,
We both see the force,
The life of love.