ANOTHER KIND OF INTIMACY
 
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