Blindness in vision
Denies not the image
That is before me now.
For the aroma
Allows me the opportunity
To check memory banks
So vast are they
Until perhaps
I can define
This smell.
Hands so gentle
And have been in caring
Of years in numbers
One cares not
To calculate.
Now they become
The visual mind
As they delicately
As if in forensic role
Survey that before me
Helps guide my way.
Blindness in vision
Be of no doubt
The harshness one feels
As each new day dawns.
And yet one is eager to learn
For I must decide
The future ahead
Is now only
Within my hands.
By
Peter 2008