A Different Light
fiction, nonfiction, essays & poetry about disability

Thundering

In the distance
Rumbling begins
Approaching in waves
Lapping at my ears
Unevenly.

Suddenly
I realize
The sound is not above
But level to me
Leaving me wondering
About the thundering.

Then I see the wheelchairs
Rolling toward me

Six sets of wheels
Thundering the pavement.

Copyright 2007 Ruth Harrigan

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