Blind

On the arm of a loved one,

the streets shine with fuzzy globes of color

and the city is new

as if after a rain.

I step out with confidence,

trusting your lead. 

Walking the streets my feet know

but my eyes barely recognize,

you may walk by, but

I won't know you.

I step out in relief,

in a world with no enemies. 

Struggling to read the labels

in a dollar ice cream shoppe

doesn't matter, 

because I've been here before.

I savor in joy,

the joy of making new memories.

I may be blind, but I know this city.

I can't get lost here.

I may be afraid, but I am loved,

and so I am found here-

found laughing in the night,

found walking when I'm blind,

found loving in spite of yesterday.