We Call Them Unclean
stuffed critters line the dashboard
of the V-dub he takes every day
to visit her where she rests
his bent fingers pluck strings
serenade
little princess sightless
except for shadows, sees
the cloudless day and beams
the brightest crooked-smile
gratitude
feisty one drives big truck
one leg to pump the pedals
which one, the gas of course!
while she dreams of evenings
dancing
bike pedals turning, churning
on his daily fitness route
he ventured out, not accepted
came home to lead
belonging
rubber boots, wide-brimmed hat
hands toil earth creating beauty
short strong arms set nets
He reaps ocean's bounty through
serenity
*the unmentionable word of all time – leprosy. The stigma still exists for those who have long been rid of Hansen's Disease. The only unclean thing is the heart of mankind.
Dedicated to all those who have honored and touched my heart on Molokaí.
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