the grass out side my window
brown
dry
rustling with the sound of feet
not those of man but of those borne to fly
I look over my shoulder reminded of the life outside my window
where I sit
immobilized by my disease
the fear
of dis-ablity presenting itself to me

to those passersby interested enough to watch

separating these two companions
my one goal
so certain of its inexorable link
one to the other.        fear
to dis-ease

the Dahn say to watch it
where am I uncomfortable?

discover where the dis-comfort is coming from
acknowledge it
name it as pain

where am I uncomfortable?
tell yourself it hurts
so good

abide

bless the pain

where am I uncomfortable?
to answer truthfully

where am I uncomfortable?

I don't know, yet
where am I uncomfortable?

but I shall ... someday soon
later today, maybe

where am I uncomfortable?