Blind Spot

He asked, 'What color is the knob

on the bathroom door?'

And I paused.

Brown? Silver? Gold-ish?

It’s right there, five feet away,

I turn it a dozen times a day.

But my mind drew blank,

a ghost of a shape,

just a function, not a thing.

A hand-sized weight,

a turning motion,

its actual hue,

a complete omission.