The Engine of the Planet Purred

How lucky I was
When as a boy
I lived more alone
Than others
And there was no one
To tell me why.

Even now I stay up late
Sending instructions to strangers.

Author: stevekuusisto

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