The deaf and blind boy stood by a tree
and touched the moss with his fingertips, stroking
the springy patches on the trunk. Then the two
women on either side led him gently away,
guiding him back to the road where Bumble
and I were walking, too. I let him pass, afraid
to risk embarrassment. But I stopped and turned,
calling after them, and one of the women
tapped my question on his arm. And he nodded
his head and grinned, and Bumble came wriggling.
The women helped him bend, and he reached
out and touched Bumble’s warm fur
with his fingertips, and he laughed out loud,
his laughter rising up like a song.