Just in case

I study the clouds, the trees, the flowers,
I drink in the way the water looks after a storm.
I memorize the faces I love, each endearing detail,
to hold it in memory,
for when I go blind.
I listen to each piece of music, every birdsong, the treefrogs and bull,
I soak up the sounds around me, catologuing them, catergorizing, memorizing.
The sounds of laughter, the voices of love
each one I memorize,
for when I go deaf.


10/30/2004