Boy Walking on the Road
Today I saw young boy
walking at the edge of a country road.
His body misshapen
yet his gait firm and determined,
an MP3 player plugged into his ears.
Was he shutting out a world
of stares and schoolhouse taunts?
Was he orchestrating, choreographing
a life beyond the twisted body?
Was he the prophet for this day?
I wanted to take him up -
wrap him in my arms –
fly him away -
baptize him in the lake
of straight-boned boys.
I wanted everyone
to see only his soul.
To have each of us
touch his body
I wanted a world of grace
and blessings for those
who teach us, by their presence,
what each day can hold and that
a prayer lies always waiting on the skin.