Today's poem is by Sid Miller


If a person lives
to be eighty, he will lose
two years of his waking
life to darkness—

the compiled time
of his eyelids shut
from blinking.

However unnoticed
it went, this means
that in the last thirteen
point three hours
I have lost twenty minutes.

This is my excuse for how
I fucked up and could
not see the smallest
on which love hinge.

We blink when we can't
take in anymore information.

We blink so that
we can take more.

Copyright © 2014 Sid Miller All rights reserved
from How Can I Love You (If You Won't Lie Down)
Racing Form Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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