Kyrie

At times my life seems to hear a long way off.

I hear the traffic in Cairo, in Kuala Lumpur, 

The excited small occasions, the minor miracles. 

I remain in the house and no one sees me. 

It is like that childhood day when, alone, 

solitary with my blindness, I heard a long turtle ease

herself from the shadows in a boathouse,

pulling forward through doors of darkness.

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto