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T(W)O NOT TWO
You,
beautiful girl.
Your body,
in a wheelchair.
Moving,
in the world
along others,
in another way.
You are being,
pushed forward
by,
another.
Passing by me,
i move back,
to let you,
through.
But you move,
to me.
You touch
and grab
my hand,
my eyes.
Just,
Stop.
'Hi'
'Hi'
I feel you,
i see you.
I take your hand
in my hands.
We,
connect
by touch,
by being.
Just a few words,
spoken.
In between,
silence.
In everything,
love.
No time,
no space.
Two strangers,
ONE.
You smile,
I smile.
Our hearts,
wide open.
Then...,
your wheelchair pusher
pushes your power away.
Just one grab,
one sentence,
taking
over;
'Tell her,
'What is the name of your mother?'
You turn,
your head
down.
No more,
connection.
I let my attention,
be taken
by her,
by your little brother.
Your mothers name is Chantal,
they are telling me.
Same as me,
the little boy wondered.
Two taking,
the whole space.
Two still,
holding hands,
giving away,
the whole space.
The moment,
is there,
over.
You go,
moving,
further
by(e),
another.
Now,
i see.
You don't want to be grabbed,
by another.
You don't want to be held,
as other.
You want to grab
and hold,
your own,
space.
Be-in(g),
your space.
Not as two,
but as love.
Like you held,
my hand...
© Dhyan Kavita
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