The Poet I Am

I can stay in my apartment all day

and write poetry when it moves me.

I could say that I have withdrawn

into my shell because the world

is a cold, harsh place some days.

How poetic of me you may be

thinking, how eccentrically creative

and aloof. Actually, I’m disabled and

have a hell of a time getting around.

I know that doesn’t portray a

romantic picture of reclusive me—

The artist absorbed in his work

fed up with the ways of the world.

And to that notion I say, get over it.

I have. Still, there are those days…

Disability notwithstanding, they’ll

run you over like the mangy dog
you are.

                 -30-

Chris Hanch 2-14-2020