Rearranged furniture. A blind man’s house
Watch him tap-dance through the living room. Watch
Him bang his toe on the sofa leg. Watch
Him jump to find his shin bloodied on
The coffee table’s edge. Watch him scramble
Over the rocking chair. Watch his world close
In on him. Watch him come to grips lost in
His own house. Watch his surety devolve.
Watch the man weep for his loss of routine.
Watch him bleed for disruption. Watch him dance
Like the child’s toy you wound up rocking,
Bumping, and stumbling into the wall.
Like a life lived without a plan. Like a
Splintered driftwood dashed along rocky shores.