The Smallest Landscape of All

How my eyes ache!
I’ve been crossing streets
With my trained dog
Shadows, lethal,
Aim for my torso
Power in circulation
Henry Ford
My private enemy

Home again
And safe
I fall asleep
On the sofa
Dreaming
Of the little girl
Who was beside me
In the infant hospital
All those years ago
Blind children
Side by side
Her singing

Author: skuusisto

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