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
