Wednesday, November 09, 2011

and so it is

There is a blind man here, bald and white
His stick and stance are
dignified.
Left ring finger
occupied.
I bet what he sees is pure
I bet the words he hears
resonate in his mind.
Because he is lucky
unlike us sight folk.
The wind from the passing train
cools his scorched skin
the same way it makes
the ends of my skirt
flutter in delight.
The time he spends
away from home
is as precious
as mine
probably more.
And yet...
I wonder
if the words he hears
are more important
because he can't see them
coming out of his lovers' mouth.
if when a pen drops does
his mind go wild?
if the lights come on
does his eyes go blind
from the sudden brightness?

There is a blind man here,
bald and white.
His heart is in a better place
than us sight folk, because
he trusts his heart,
while the rest of us blame it.

4 comments:

Bloody Mary said...

Been reading your blog for sometime now. Love the way you write :)

Zh. said...

thank you! that's very kind.

Xeb said...

"he trusts his heart,
while the rest of us blame it."

True-dat! :)

Eirene said...

absolutely loved it.