HarlemLIVE

Water poured down the stormed drain at a heavy, but steady rate. At the first burst of morning the sky opened, reflecting colors of brown and hazel. Ice-cold rain poured down in the middle of March, not the Ides but close. I was there on an almost empty street, soaked by rain that seemed one step away from snow, or at least, hale.
That was not the storm. Not the one that truly mattered. The true storm did not happen until the dark-faced Sun, in the clouded sky, hit its noon position. It seemed like nothing at first. There was a distant sound, a whisper taken prisoner by the wind. A soft sound, slowly becoming sharper. Many thought it was the first sign of thunder and turned their radios off. But this sound vibrated from the ground not the sky. It sounded like a thousand golf balls rolling down the street. That was impossible - there wasn’t a golf course from miles. No, the rolling sound were eyes.
They traveled in the natural way - in twos, side by side, with a little space in between where the bridge of the nose would have been. However, there were not any noses or faces to go with the pairs. A million pairs in total in an endless sea of eyes. They hit the soles of my shoes, as I tried hard not to step on them. These eyes seemed alive, so I doubt they would have let me step on them. Confused running resulted all around me and not one eye was crushed. People tried to run into stores, only to find they could not escape sight. I stopped in the middle of a not particularly special road. Not worried about traffic -everyone had abandoned their cars.
I stopped. A pair of eyes rolled toward me. Brown ones, almost black, with perfect white backgrounds and red veins. Picking them up, I walked to a store window and placed them in my sockets.
For all the years I have known myself I have known the journey of an unnaturally bind person. I had not seen the sky in its true colors of blue and white or realized the dangerous beauty of fire. And the Sun, the dark-faced Sun, was yellow. With a bundle over my shoulder, I have walked the path never realizing that it had curves that I never turned. My eyes saw what was ahead – not the future, but the next few steps.
I looked around for the very first time and saw what beheld me – people stopping and picking up their own eyes. Finally, knowing that feet do not lead without directions and the brain cannot contemplate what it doesn’t know. That the heart, we feel beat inside us, is one sided and our eyes, they’re the ones that lead.
Truth poured in our eyes. We already knew that. We had seen water. It took time before we finally understood that truth poured out through them as well. A discovery that dimmed all the others. We had seen the sky, the colorful wonder that circled above us and was not raining at this time. We knew the rainbow, a beauty that cannot be described. But for the first time, face to face, eyes to eyes, we saw each other.