Flumes Volume 2: Issue 1, Summer 2017 - Page 58

I wanted to see the way

her hair moved with the wind

and how

her toes danced in the grass.

I wanted to look into her eyes

and stare at the universe being held there.

But I would open my eyes

and be met with only

the landscape of the blind,

that profound blankness.

These were crushing moments.

But I would find solace

in the pulsing of her hand

the crinkling of her nose

and all of the other


sounds she made.