Hands


Hands being my guide
Once very useful
Hands are careful, calm, and steady
Now riddled with pain
Barely able to write
My mind tells me one thing
My hands say another

 

By Brian Dibley
 

 

 

Under My Feet

Pavement defines city.
I grew up without
parking lots and sidewalks
to keep me on the path,
restrict growth of grass and trees.

False security, not always
navigable for the absent minded,
cracks keep me wary. Don't
fall like I once did, bruised,
learned to look down.

 

By Karen Douglass