I’m going to put some poems here – these are ones I wrote many years ago –
The Next Step
I took four steps once. And then I did it again.
As long as there are three in front, I’m good.
Steps, that is. I no longer hold my breath,
I look at my feet when they begin to move.
I make sure they are headed where I want to go,
then I get there as fast as I can.
It’s taken me years to complete a step
but that’s how it is and I like it that way.
At this speed I can see the holes pretty clearly
I can avoid the larger of the holes and ruts
though I can stagger for days. Where I go is truer
than where I was when I started.
this is me some years before I wrote the poem.
This Is Grace
One single Being reaches out.
They become a world.
That’s me on the right, aren’t I lucky? That’s my oldest friend Debbie on the left. I have another oldest friend, Bill, but no one took a picture of us until we were older. I’ll include that one day.