Sitting across me in the whirlpool
Is a blind man
Although he must be aware
That I am 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 two 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