Below is a poem I wrote a few years ago. I took the photograph whilst driving south of Dublin, lost and 'blind' to the correct pathway to a professional conference at I.A.D.T. in Dun Laoghaire. Thanks to a few gentlemen at Dunphey's Pub and their fine directions with a hand-drawn map, I was able to make it to the afternoon panels. Having learned my lesson, the following day, I took the bus.
(A church near Dun Laoghaire, Ireland, photograph by me)
Blind
A blinding
moves her
to close the blind
shielding her
from brilliance
Outside-
the hour of dusk
palpitates
with a creative verve
releasing gold
Within-
a beam expands
that cannot blind
for Memory
sustains the weakest eye.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
