WheelChair Recess

Under grinded flakes of clouds
gather echoes of children
who sprinkle benign laughter to ears
He sits..
Quietly on hooves of steel
bond by flaps of leather
and slightly frayed Reebok Classics
Toes tight, tense to
the usual sights and sounds
of rigorous running of children
An invasion of intoxicating
excitement bellows beckoning
like balloons ready to burst in the heavens
He awaits stout in
strapped stagnancy to
the leather plated backrest
for a push to join in the joyous
occasion of recess
Twines of his hair
tangle in the subliminal breeze...

The hairless girl
cornered with him
weaves her cancered
fingers regrouping
his thick locks
Each takes the gift
of normalcy
to the future
for one day it will
be theirs
Hands gripped they
belong,
if only to each other
Within these tedious seasons
they wait for a cloudless sun
together in the magic of hope