Like Braille

I read your poetry
Like braille
My feelings running
over the rich texture
Of your own
My fingers running
Over the words
On the page
And there, there
I find my own heart
I know myself

And if all would say to me
I cannot know myself
Through the words of another
I could not argue
But my life,
My life has slowly righted
Like a listing ship
Tacking round
To fill its sail