walk long enough
with a pebble in your shoe
and walking with a pebble becomes
normal
you no longer notice
the discomfort the limp is just
another thing to live with
pain just another fact of life
until someone you haven’t seen for a time
asks Why are you limping
and you remember Oh yes, that’s right –
I have a pebble in my shoe
and then what do you do
take it out leave it in because
you are used to its dull and constant ache
do not want to learn how to walk properly again
live long enough
with war
and it becomes
normal
men and women you don’t know –
someone else’s children –
fly off the edges of the map
to places you were never taught existed
photos of the dead close out
nightly news programs a familiar tag-
line as the anchor signs off
until tomorrow
images of troops march across
a strange topography the sound of guns
going off in places so distant
you hardly notice one barely hears a noise
until someone says We’ve been at war my entire adult life
and you remember Oh, yes, that’s right –
there IS a war still going on
And then what do you do?
Added: Wednesday, July 2, 2014 / Used with permission.
Photo by: Ocean Morisset
Poetry in the Branches Coordinator for Poets House in New York City, Reginald Harris was a Finalist for a Lambda Literary Award and the ForeWord Book of the Year for 10 Tongues: Poems (2001). A Pushcart Prize Nominee and recipient of Individual Artist Awards for both poetry and fiction from the Maryland State Arts Council, his work has appeared in numerous journals, anthologies, and other publications. Contributor to LGBTQ America Today: An Encyclopedia (2008), he is currently pretending to work on two manuscripts.
