A blind boy with Rubik’s toy

He held it sacred in his hand,
and fondled it with finger love.
Twisted it madly, almost wrenched,
the colourful plastic cube.

He held it close to his ear,
heard it click beneath his fingers,
smiled at himself while scrambling it again
“I like this” his announced.

“It’s a puzzle” I said, and asked:
“Shall I get you one in braille?”
He held it in front of his vacuous eyelid,
“I think it is more fun this way”