Mr. Blind Mon

Oh Mr. Blind Mon, you say the strangest things.

You say if I look closely I’ll see frogs in the stream.

You half see the world 

One grey eye, one brown.

You are sought out for your wisdom, but why listen to a man that says the world is upside down?

Oh Mr. Blind Mon, you see the strangest things.

Little red birds hiding high in the trees?

Stop and listen you say, “can’t you hear them sing?“ but I don’t hear a thing.

I could sit and talk with you all day, displaced in time,

I begin to see things your way. 

You speak in riddles

it confuses me when you rhyme.

“A trail that tells tales. A long lineage of  Rasta males who lived long and well.”

Live in your beard? Okay, now that’s weird.

But each day I return to listen to you.

Because what if all that mon says a suh? What if what he sees is true?