(This was the first poem I wrote after my father died.)
white stick tapping on the pavement; dark glasses covering disoriented eyeballs; the young man sways amongst the pedestrians. he is ignored for his disability, he is shoved like a ping-pong ball, thrown from one side of the table to the other, smacked by hard wooden paddles.
i’m blind, he wants to shout help me please! But then it dawns on him that he is being shoved and pushed because everyone else on the pavement also wears dark glasses and holds a long thin stick. they are all blind.