Today I shared lunch with a deaf man:
tried a few signs to indicate my meaning
when I wanted the salt, when he asked where I'd come
from and watched as I helplessly tried to describe
Santa Clarita
in mime. "Magic Mountain?" I mouthed, indicating
a roller-coaster:
His eyes followed my palm as it climbed up, dove
down, scooped skyward again.
And a light flickered in the clarity
of communion: from his world of Silence
to symphonic--Sound.
(c)krp
1 comment:
beautiful.
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