My mobility is off. If the wind
is blowing towards the street
and I want to stay on the sidewalk,
not only do I have to fight the wind,
but the disease. I have to address
my body parts, inviting them
to an impromptu meeting:
“Eyes, follow the cracks
in the sidewalk. Brain, start
counting steps. I’m lacking
rhythm. Legs, don’t drag
the heels. Take big steps.
Arms, don’t forget to swing.
Your swinging provides ballast.
Voice, be prepared to say, “I’m sorry
for bumping into you Mam,
but I thought my using Nordic poles
would be enough to warn you,
I have trouble walking.’”