ANOTHER KIND OF INTIMACY
Sitting across the whirlpool
Is a blind man
He must be have been
Aware that I was near
And begins to hum
As if no one hears
I pay attention without interrupting
Then he stretches a leg
His toes now almost touching mine
He resumes his song
A solitary melody
Without lyrics
Like Michelangelo’s God
Reaching for Adam
Strangely apart
Yet together
Part of me feels imposed upon
And another full of gratitude
Of this stranger’s
Silent gift
— © Abraham Menashe