blindness

if you were to write a poem on blindness,
how would it look.

I am scaling the clock tower. one if by land,
two if by sea & three

if by dirigible. can you imagine.

in the third game of the Stanley Cup Finals,
all play was suspended

for a family of ducks. afterwards, they acted
like it had never happened

& was never brought up again. I am listening
to The Tragically Hip, just like everyone else

from my old high school.
a reunion this summer. I don’t think I’ll go.

I light my small lantern.

you are on the twenty-seventh floor.
I know I can see you.