Real

June 30, 2008

It’s hard to realize
how much prejudice there is
this side of the fence.

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Pulling

June 29, 2008

Unsatisfied, I
sit on my pillow. I grasp.
I tug. No avail.

Bowls

June 29, 2008

Playing, my hands move.
I can make music, you know.
But my sticks hit bottom.

Distraction

June 29, 2008

I float on my breath.
Lightly, I settle down here
and fidget. My hands!

Cards

June 29, 2008

Thoughts are in my head.
They speak to me now, always.
They are such cards, thoughts.

Know

June 29, 2008

I don’t understand.
I feel my breath and my skin.
I still don’t know why.

Why

June 29, 2008

I walked in the door
and opened the book. The change!
My home is not home.

Foot

June 29, 2008

It is good to know
that one foot leads the other.
Where are they? Below.

Tonight

June 29, 2008

The night smells like trees.
My face feels moist from the air.
Inside, I cool off.

Remember

June 29, 2008

Practice was awkward.
Difficult to stand, but good.
We need reminding.