Sitting across me in the whirlpool
Is a blind man
Although he must be aware
That I am also there
He begins to sing
As if no one is around
I listen without interrupting
Then he reaches across my side
To stretch his leg
On the stairway
He is 2 inches from my body
And resumes his song
An improvised melody
Without lyrics
Part of me feels intruded upon
And another feels grateful
Of this blind stranger

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017