The Counting of Steps

by Michael Miller

Michael Miller

She borrowed her dreams
From yesterday,
Never forgetting the woman
Who danced without a partner
To the music within,
The melody only she could hear.
Now the decades have led her
To the tap-tapping
Of her cane on the sidewalk,
The counting of steps
When she crosses the street,
Her blindness guiding
Her day, leading her to
The dreamworld of sight.

Last updated March 20, 2023