I watched a blind man once.
I wondered how he walked.
Was he aimless?
Did he walk or wander?
I wondered how he thought.
Did he despise what he never saw?
Did he listen to his head or to his heart?
Did he allow temptations
lead him astray?
Did he walk along
simply to be walking?
Had he lost a purpose
simply because he could not see it?
Then I saw someone approach the man.
I heard, ever so faintly, say,
“I was looking for you.”