The Sound of Silence

Sometimes I want to get away from all and everything, and every need I have that reminds me

That I am classed as disabled

To some place where the waves smash against the rocks

To some place where I am not recognised as having a disability

Where the creativity of my talents shine

Gurgling and seeping a rich, robust, aromatic, stream of thick molasses

Being poured into a concavity, waiting to be unified into one

If I could drive this power-chair into a station

Where my tilted table I use like a Draftsperson’s then drops down

With its clamps from extra thick magnets

And all my materials, neatly pre-packed, in easily accessed compartments and containers

So I can paint with flowers, and collage

With laser tools savvily, attached to my left, but enabled finger

To the song cooing from my bluetooth speaker in sync with my phone to Simon and Garfunkel harmonising to ‘The sound of Silence.’

The

Sound

Of

Silence.

(C) Jayne McClure 2021

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