A RAINY MORNING
Ted Kooser
A young woman in a wheelchair,
wearing a black nylon poncho spattered with rain,
is pushing herself through the morning.
You have seen how pianists
sometimes bend forward to strike the keys,
then lift their hands, draw back to rest,
then lead again to strike just as the chord fades.
Such is the way this woman
strikes at the wheels, then lifts her long white fingers,
letting them float, then bends again to strike
just as the chair slows, as if into a silence.
So expertly she plays the chords
of this difficult music she has mastered,
her wet face beautiful in its concentration,
while the wind turns the pages of rain.
(My thanks to Ted Kooser, via AnthonyWilsonPoetry.)
The Gentle Nudge
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Oh my--another poet to explore!
I'm a visual learner, appreciating the look of words, their placement on paper. I saw a lot, but when I read this aloud in the silence of evening, it became . . . mellifluous music. Thank you!
A beautiful reflection