For My Able Bodied Friends, Only

I have a disability

and I may have more than one. 

You can’t know me—

not precisely, 

as I was created 

a mystery 

and (make no mistake) 

if I’m like you,

if I resemble you at all

Its no coincidence—

Reason is unlikely.     

 

Forgive me, I must go,

I’ve an appointment

With the Cause of Love 

and its sessile undying heart. 

Love who you are—

without wish, without being ready.