I am not blind

I am not blind
I can see the sounds of my footsteps
Tracing the pebbly cliffside
I can see the smell of morning dew
Rising from a pile of fallen leaves
I can see the feeling of a gentle olive branch
Blessing my crinkled eyes
I can see the taste of sweet air
Licking at my chapped lips
I am not blind

Captured in all but a moment
On the last step of a perilous mountain trail
My eye sees nothing beneath my feet
My nose smells nothing but the air forced up its channels
My ear hears nothing but the rush of wind
My cheek feels nothing but the blades of hollow breath
My tongue tastes nothing but the raw hopeful scream
Of a man rising to the bottom of a lush canyon
I am not blind.
I see the light.