Mikaela Castledine #146 Moonshadow

If I lost my hands my arms

the use of them

the cords and pulleys that arrange their movements

the dexterous little and the graceful large

the clever manipulations

the solid strength

I could still construct poetry

If I lost my eyes

and all the pretty pictures

coloured silhouettes ranged in ascending order

in front of my binocular sights

I could still see the shape of words

If I lost my legs

to take me where I willed

with such speedy eagerness

to reach me up with such high accessibility

I could still lie low and assemble poems

If I lost my voice and hearing

my outgoing

my incoming

poems could still conduit

through me

If I lost my mouth poems would be all the louder

If I lost my ears poems would still find their way to me

and still I would be able to write poems

until I lost my mind

and being lost myself

would become one