I, Pagat.

Through this medium, I travel to you. Your eyes isolate the momentary appearance of images on these pages, making you the unique center of the world. What can I do to reverse this spell?

Would you were blind, other senses would allow your vision. The lituus shifting from your face to your hand. The world reaches you in different ways now that you must reach out to the world.

Now, I hear you tapping the streets, each step bringing you closer to me. I can see your blank, searching cataracts. I put down my music and for a moment stand frozen; watch you pass, eye corner to eye corner. The tapping grows softer, the augur having told you to pause for no one.

You had your chance, I tell myself. I simply could have reached out, replacing your lituus with my own hand. I would have given up my eyes for the strength simply to raise my arm and take you by the hand. But I stand here, frozen, and watch you fall from sight, just as darkness falls from light. I turn and catch my dark reflection in the glass. I read my face just so you might read my words. I will remain on this side of the glass. I will always travel to you.

Kim Bazermann - Lombard, IL

A ray of light touches my soul. 

Winning the trula with the one.    

Your smile.

W.Welch - Dunns Bridge, IN