What’s it like to land on a branch…

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

What’s it like to land on a branch
With bird feet?

What does the branch feel?


It was nature
Asked human beings
To speak
And look what we’ve done.


I like the ghosts of Victorian children—
I like their slyness of sincerity, “please mister!”


No one has the proper telescope for “my” sea.


Sure, I want to speak for silence
But I wake in the night
To the sounds of branches—
They say write your own book.


I haven’t forgotten about the ghosts of Southwell.
In the morning I need to be alone
So we can talk.

Author: skuusisto

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

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