So I lost power during the hurricane. In fact, I had no power from late Monday until sometime Friday, and this poem-ish thing is about that- there's no windows in a decent bit of my dorm, so it was pitch black and I learned to navigate by touch and sound.
I don't actually think I captured the blind experience here. I just think I got the point that blind people can and do learn to work without sight and that it's nothing like the hour luncheons where people use a blindfold.
Darkness
No windows, no light.
I can't see.
Nothing.
It's not my eyes, not my life,
Not my everyday.
Just now, with the power out.
Stumbling, fumbling in the darkness,
I wonder how people live like this.
But then a change,
Something they don't teach you in the hour luncheons of fakery:
Time.
Days, not hours.
Adjustment, accommodation.
Working my sound, working by touch.
Learning more, fumbling less.
Time is key.
Adjustment is key.
Learning another way, another function.
Just different.
Not wrong.
I don't actually think I captured the blind experience here. I just think I got the point that blind people can and do learn to work without sight and that it's nothing like the hour luncheons where people use a blindfold.
Darkness
No windows, no light.
I can't see.
Nothing.
It's not my eyes, not my life,
Not my everyday.
Just now, with the power out.
Stumbling, fumbling in the darkness,
I wonder how people live like this.
But then a change,
Something they don't teach you in the hour luncheons of fakery:
Time.
Days, not hours.
Adjustment, accommodation.
Working my sound, working by touch.
Learning more, fumbling less.
Time is key.
Adjustment is key.
Learning another way, another function.
Just different.
Not wrong.
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