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 WHEELCHAIR BOUND

Dots appeared and disappeared 
a single sunray flashed onto 
wheelspokes, canvas seat 
 comfortably frayed 
bought secondhand
her unexercised legs flabby 
window bars rusted, panes cracked
nobody cared

there she sat thinking about 
cooking porridge with cinnamon 
tricky to wheel in 
two meter wide kitchen 
lighting gas stove sitting no easy feat
this was charnel ground
no cash oozing pockets or
colour disappearing into op-art
no bra-strap laughter 
or fruit bowl decorations 

no one visited
thought wheelchair bound infectious 
what if they too had to 
sit for a narrow cold shower
or pop-a-wheely to see 
a bird swallow a caterpillar ? 

here trees were being chopped
their screaming pain slicing her nerves
cockroaches, ego-deaths 
not knowing about this phase 
of unpalatable life 
she wheeled to a sunny patch
her relegated cement square 
stared at Sun questioningly 

He smiled at her pain
saying it was not in vain
she grimaced, then smiled in return 
remembering cinema days
mall ice-cream, walks on beaches 
vague memories round and round
with wheel tires, like neglected hamsters
nobody wanted to hoist wheelchair into air
then car booth, all too much trouble
 had too much to do
shattered human perceptions falling
to be buried 

chair had tatty armrests for lifting body
 she could not buttocks rise up
to call street boy for corner shop loaf 
hunger had to wait
till neighbour knocked

Buddha said all bodies merge
with charnel ground
sooner or later heads, arms, ears 
are broken down 
images across a sieve screen
Plato saw this too as shadows 
still they feared coming near
locked into an eye flap timeline which said 
what if I too ?

when wheels become legs 
and humans less, sight clears
what was once flotsam and jetsam 
floats away into goodbye bays

enjoyment of senses merely a persistent 
layer of life
wheelchair bound is part of Plan 
so sound, a mechanism for peeling 
two wheels become friends
grinding ignorance, flattens what serves not
unfolding a Mode of Goodness 
every spoked circle has a 
tacit teaching agenda 

No experience in virtue vain
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