When I finally went blind I held on to images I had last seen deep-froze them for some future thaw and carried on with my ablutions
I know those wispy clouds have gone the geese fly back to the lake I hear them the staircase still creaks the kitchen knives are just as sharp I feel it is summer there must be much troubled water in the mountain spring the Mexicans must be out for river trout school is out so children must be jumping into pools all over Fremont
I touch and feel you let me my discovery amazes you amuses you assuages your guilt I sense vibrations these are not silent sobs just arrested breathing defense mechanism against an alien touch
