The Fly Life

I cannot hear you

I cannot see you

This darkness is deafening and sentencing me to a life of silent obscurity

Where my only security is in my fingertips

That is the point in which the world enters.

My sensory is etched into my memory

Because for me, only my hands define space and time.

My lifeline is only as far as my arm can reach.

My entire world is night, there are no stars, no moon

Not even a city light.

I don’t take joy in listening to city life

Since I don’t know what a car sounds like.

As I lay in bed I don’t know if I’m asleep or awake

And I don’t know when the pigeons wake.

Though my sight and hearing are hit or miss,

I’ve always been more of an optimist.

When my ears that can’t hear any my eyes that have no sight

Those senses have been slighted

But my other three have been heightened and I’ve been enlightened.

I may not know this from a dresser or a desk,

But I could never mistake the beat in my chest

As every 8-count pierces my ear and makes my heart rip pound, opening my ribcage.

My hands have been more places than most people see in a lifetime.

Have you ever traced a face and felt the lines that make a smile?

You can feel every bit of joy that they let you steal some of it.

The heart has no eyes, it cannot hear,

It only knows the tenderness of another’s touch.

I may not know much,

But I know that my soul has felt that much

And so much more.