At the Museum

A blind man was in Chinese art section in the Metropolitan Art Museum.  He sat, in very upright, zen-like posture on a bench, with his arm folded around a silver cane and holding the museum's audio guide. 

He was listening to the device with such concentration that he looked all alone in the crowded room, as if breathing different air from the rest of us.  

As he listened, his eyes were moving busily behind the softly closed eyelids, and he sometimes tilted his head or moved his chin up and down, in trying to view something from different angles. 

With my limited imagination I could only wonder what he was seeing and how beautiful they were.