...quiet, about a lot of things...
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Blindfolded for Totally Optional Prompts
When he takes vision
out of the equation,
at first you think
it will be manageable.
Your mind remembers outlines
traces where the edges are.
The silk is almost refreshing,
with darkness cool and absolute.
There is no fear til you start
to spin,pushed by forces not
your own. From which direction
do they come? Is it the left
or right? About the third time
round, you are lost. In your hands,
from somewhere, comes a sharp piece
of steel. Perhaps the dial of
a compass? Perhaps not. So with a
nudge, you are sent off in a direction
-to seek a prize you can not see.
You hold your weapon against the air,
spreading each finger to help you
move only by touch. But there is
nothing to feel,just empty space
between your steps, unknown.
Guess what?..TOP is on WEDNESDAY..not Thursday....Ooops sorry..got a little lost..for a second there!