A Date with Myself

The kind carekeeper
opens the door
and I roll down the ramp,
along the sidewalk
and across the street
into the park

Slowly
over the green grass
sprinkled with golden leaves

Under the glimmering Ash tree
I push the button that tilts
my wheelchair backward
until I am looking upward
as if I am lying on the earth

My gaze is filled
with nothing but golden fluttering
in the Blue-Beyond

Upright again, sitting
beside the Ash trunk
beside myself,
“excuse me, could you give me a hand”,
the kind cyclist dismounts and
walks over to me,
picks up the two stones
that have chosen me
places them in the bag
on the back of my chair

Bearing the Blue-beyond
I turn toward home
again rolling through
the golden speckled green grass,
across the street
along the sidewalk
and up the ramp

Home