Poetry: Boarding House

Here is there fourth of five poems from Flying at Night by Ted Kooser, Poet Laureate of the United States, that moved me for some reason. Besides being able to share them with you, my BLOG allows me to put these poems in a safe place so I can look at them again. Let me know what you think.

Boarding House

The blind man draws his curtains for the night

and goes to bed, leaving a burning light

above the bathroom mirror. Through the wall,

he hears the deaf man walking down the hall

in his squeaky shoes to see if there's a light

under the blind man's door, and all is right.