Thursday, December 2, 2010

For Albert, deaf and dumb

Blind to all sounds

Mute in all dialogue

Yet boisterous as the river at night

Normal as an owl at night


I wish he heard the music

The cricket chirps, the waves

And the roar of thunder

Look, he stands as we duck to it!


A blessing in a curse?

Ticket to be oblivious to cries, gossip,

And curses flying by?


What if thunder fell on the standing?

Or a snake hissing a warning?

An oncoming truck?


After puberty

Will there be a proposal?

And the child an eloquent hearer and orator?

For Albert that is nothing

The world to him lives at his fingertips

And in the grunts that make his sentences


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