Describe my mind
Wrapped in ribbons
I saw a man with a hummingbird tattoo
I thought I saw you
Standing on a hill
Your hair rising up on the wind
Like a yellow veil.
Today I saw the sky
Strangers were marching and chanting
You are always leaving.
I only glimpse the arch of your
And you never look
Is it your fear of being frozen
Pillar of salt
Or the weight of a teardrop,
That is just too much
I have a candle I light for you,
I do not believe in
I believe in
The eye of a crow
Stares into my soul
And I consume clouds
"The man in the corner"
I met him today,
He wasn't reading a self-help book
Like all of your co-workers from the past.
He was reading a book called
"How to be the most rational person in the room."
He introduced himself with the strong handshake
And direct eye contact.
This morning I fell five times
Trying to get out the door.
There is no rationality to my illness.
Yesterday I woke up paralyzed.
This is what Ataxia does.
I want to write a book called
"How to be the most functional person in the room."
I want to write a blues song.
I want to write an angry Punk song,
That really delves deep into the
"I don't give a fuck about people with disabilities mentality."
To the man in the corner,
Gold star for reaching
for your rationality.
I am happy with living another day,
The cold wet grass on my feet,
The hot unapologetic sun in my face.
© Elizabeth Stansberry
Bio: Elizabeth Stansberry has been writing for 30 years. She has a bachelor's degree in English from Idaho State University. She has two day jobs at Prosper Portland and Portland Art Museum in Portland Oregon. Her most current publication is in the Anthology, "notmypresident: voices of dissent," that came out this year.