poem from Mike Hammer for Oct 16 meeting

 

No coordinated movement, beyond my eyeballs

 

My eyeballs are suspect

sometimes

My mind is always sharp and focused, agile

yet

My body is slow and unsteady, untrustworthy

I lean heavily on my walker, as my feet shuffle

 

I stopped

driving, last year

My legs too slow and uncoordinated for the quickness it takes to drive safely

 

If ever I get a ride now, it takes me a half hour to go across a mall parking lot, and I barely get over the curb

How can I walk across a room - swiftly, dashingly - at a party to sweep a beautiful young morsel off her feet?

If ever I do find myself at a get together I mostly sit in one place

  Watching people, craning my neck, cranking up my ears

  Waiting for someone to sit down next to me for a talk

 

Talking, and listening, and learning

Beautiful conversing

All the wonderful thoughts I have, as lovely and amazing as my mind is

My body is not

So, these days, I tend to talk, only, to blank, one-sided, pages

 

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