When I lived in Taiwan, I used to go to this tiny park to observe and write. Every afternoon, an elderly couple would come out and walk laps… Following is one of the many, many poems that came out of that park.
In a world where
man is right
in all he does and says
are merely spaces in their sentences
It must be strange
for that wife leading her blind husband,
and strange for him to trust his eyes and life to her.