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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