the darkness

he can hardly see
but
he still knows where the black
olives
are on the shelf,
feeling his way around,
counting steps up
aisle six,
just down from the dill
pickles.
the pork chops too,
not far
from fish and chicken,
the frozen foods, his hand
reaching into
the cold bin
to feel the weight,
if the bone is in.
we adapt
to near blindness
as we do to all
darkness that comes
in time.