Imagine it was all gone
The mountains, the bodies, the oceans
Imagine it had all turned to blackness.
Imagine only being able to hear their voices
And not see the expressions on their faces
Imagine only smelling your grandmother's white linen perfume
And hearing her smooth, comfortingly quiet voice.
You wouldn't see how frail she became
Just one day, she would be gone
Just like everyone else
Imagine the mundanity, the pointlessness
Of beauty pageants.
Of arguing about race
And superficial politics
Imagine stripping away the fear
Imagine stripping away the stigma
Imagine how stupid it would seem
That you would judge someone
On what they look like
Instead of how they sound
Or how they smell
Or how they feel
Imagine how irrelevant it would be to judge someone
For anything other than who they are.
And they'd ask you if you missed your sight
They'd ask you if you missed the sunsets
If you missed the views from airplanes and mountaintops
They'd ask you if you missed all the beauty
That is visible in this wonderful world
And you'd smile and you'd say,
"Of course not"
Because though you can't see the sunsets
Or the views of cityscapes
You'd know all the beauty that exists inside every person.
You'd meet everyone and learn who they really were
By the sound of their voice
The cologne they wore.
You'd know them for the stories they told
The content of their lives and character.
You wouldn't care what they looked like
You wouldn't care what clothes they wore.
None of that would matter you
Because you wouldn't be blinded by designer love
And other empty things.
You'd see them.
The real them.
And so no
You wouldn't miss the physical beauty of the world
Because you'd know the pulse of the Earth
The reason everyone is breathing
And you'd know that when the world goes blind
That's when everyone will finally see.