Monday, May 23, 2016

Disability does not cancel

With the color he comes to me,
steals my shoes, brings back my shadow

he tells me that the ladies are warm
on a tired, over-cast cloudy day

on a white-board he draws someone
who is unable to stand, due to crutches

strung up to the shoulders, not broken
not satisfied either by the senses of wonder

he pushes the canvas in front of me
then narrates, in a hum I am totally capable of hearing

disability does not cancel energy
it is another fuel, not a picture

not an advert for someone to become
a victim in a war no one has started

none condemned with failure or success
your disability does not cancel out your energy
in an odd hum it brings out mine, an energy
unseen, but felt, starting like fire at my feet.

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