That Night In The River

I closed my eyes because I thought it would teach me what it was like to be blind. Never could I have known that it would teach me how to see. We walked down Frenchmen St. beneath the chorus of New Orleans's midnight choir: street performers, drunks, tourists, beer cans, and laughter. I heard playful voices rolling down the street from behind me. I felt someone wrap their elbow in the crook of mine. "What's wrong with your friend?" She asked. "He's blind," James said. I smiled and kept my eyelids closed as her fingers reached up and tried to