A Minute

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....

I’m sorry for the harm I’ve caused.
This is all I can muster.
My wrist didn’t break when I played tennis
Though I can’t play tennis—
More later—my wrist kept intact
While I didn’t play.
Most people don’t know
What’s in a wrist
But as I’m blind
Hearing tennis,
Ovoid snicks like
No other sound on earth
I dream now
Between beheadings
Of the lunate bone
Yes—moon on top
Of the wrist
Hugging ligaments
And the lower arm bones
Mainstay of the carpal
Moon dust
In a perfect ball
That we may hit another
Thus expressing
Our vexation
At being.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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