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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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