Poetry in Motion
My favourite poems are the ones that tell stories—and everybody has a story worthy of being told.
So do I.
It begins with the question do you believe in destiny?
Because everything about my manner of being alive shows me that I was born
For the purpose of writing certain stories, and re-writing others.
Maybe this moment is the actualization of a life-long poem
Written by the universe in the space between the sun and the clouds
For which my earthly name is the undersigned
For there are signs
written in every moment of my life
that have brought me to this place in time.
I am a poet
And do they not so often say of life and destiny
that it is written?
So maybe we who write the stories of our lives on paper
and configure the future through their telling
are with every line, walking the thin line
Between humanity and purely expressed divinity.
But I know I am a poet not because of the aptness of any word
That has ever leapt from my tongue
But because if there is a story in everybody
a story in everybody
And true poetry can be found in motion
Then you need only listen
To my body language.
I was a poet long before I could ever pronounce the words that would define my life.
Words like different
Words like disability
Words like cerebral palsy
The only poem the universe has ever wished for me to write or understand
Is one that looks and sounds like…