When We Are Blind

Fingertips strumming along rails, brailling, finding
Fumbled substance in a touch, snail eking out
Onerous route behind for lazy followers, sponsored
Walk, point to point met for orienteering of mud.
Hump-backed whale humming low trail resonant
Against hollow brine, ripcord pulled over fields
Speed-boring hole back to land, windrushed.
Caver headlighting squeezed path, scraped burrow-
Rabbit through darkstone, jet stream of white bellied
Geese lifting puppeteered wings, broad and heavy,
Forsaking summer roosts, maps pulled out, unfurling,
Stretched across dashboards, tearing at creases.
Ladder climbing serpentine from clumsy thumbsnare
In silk stockings, trams or trains surging winched,
Rolling from a line, roads throwing up arrows, signs
Amongst courses of tree and hedgerow, will chart a way,
There will be traces, even when we are blind.