Blind As a Bat

Blind am I? My sight is gone, But blind? Not I! My ears can hear, My tongue can taste, My nose can smell, My eyes though broken Are still the windows to My soul! I sense your movement. I memorize your place. I see your face through my hands Through my skin; I sense with in. I move quicker than you. I see more than you may think. I see your cluttered room, The fly on your window, The day old pizza under your bed, The old spice perfume fuming from your pores, I sense your playful arrogance in front of my nose. I am not blind, I merely can’t see.