What the blind man saw
Trees with one leg, walking,
spit of Jesus on his eyes,
arms pointing up to a high dazzle
as all around him a crowd
of sound is becoming visible.
What once was a small rumble
on the tips of his fingers, now
pours into him like a river,
a drenching of light and shadow.
He trembles on this new threshold.
Is he man or tree? And did the Healer
also touch the crown of leaves
which now looks back at him
with a thousand eyes?
