Sense and Sight

Steps laid out short, placed at precise angles,

stretch careful measured footsteps to the dock -

rare dusks do claim occasions he stumbled,

well practiced his art of nocturnal walk.

Come rain or sunshine, grass with steps debase

at same inclines on clock hands everyday.

My quaintest friend with acuity effaced

transmutes my doubts in mystifying ways.

Black glasses shifting gray history aside,

expert hands grope and learn unknown landscape -

a cane employed to function as a guide

gains impression that objects have a shape,

that shapes exist and own its dimension,

that fragile buds meet spring and burgeon.