Stuart Sanderson
IF MY HANDS COULD
If My Hands Could...
In a coffee house in South Philadelphia,
I would be playing my wooden guitar.
My left hand would be moving up and down
the wooden guitar
To change the tone of sounds flowing
out,
While the right hand, would be forming
the soft sounds.
People would be listening to my words
so intensely
That their hearts would be mine.
My voice would be Tom Waits.
Rough but kindly with well meaning behind
the unique sound.
My wooden and me.
There is silence in the room except my
fingers
dancing across the Strings of my wooden
guitar.
The words of a love song have different
meanings to some
And to others the words are for their
heart and soul
In hopes of making them feel better afterward.
The song is done and my wooden guitar
is silent again.
Tomorrow it will play again
And my voice will accompany it to share
my words with it.
If my hands could...
Stuart Sanderson is a resident of Inglis House in Philadelphia.
He recently took part in the Philadelphia Disability and the Arts festival.
Sanderson was a winner in the 2001 Triton College Poetry competition. His work
has been published in Ariel, Zillah, Quasimodo's Eyes, Poet's Fantasy and
the Philadelphia Tribune. His autobiographical essay, "You've
Go to Live" which chronicles his life with of cerebral palsy has been featured
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