She sits still, at the window sill
Through the window of her eyes
She gazes through the window of her home
The undulating waves beckon her,
as the tides wash ashore, so do her memories
Of times of frolicking so nimbly with both limbs
When she pounded the sands of the beach with the pestle of her feet
Now, she cannot even skip a pebble across the seas skin
She sits still at the window sill,
trapped by the chair with wheels on its sides
Perhaps she will skip the pebble; with her mind
and imagine it going to places
Places her now broken limbs never could take her
Nathaniel Okolo ©
