One day when I was ten and in 5th grade,
the teacher spun a record for us all.
I can’t remember what the needle played,
but I can see the phonograph – a small
appliance on a table in the sun.
The lesson was particularly good:
We only needed ears, but everyone
was looking where the record-player stood.

And maybe that’s the reason I don’t use
my eyes as much as many, or it might
be compensation for how I’d refuse
to wear my glasses, but I don’t work sight
when walking like I exercise my ear,
and sample with my skin the atmosphere.