I sit outside the day hospital
after my infusion, feeling icky
waiting for my taxi to come.
I am watching people walk by
focusing on their lower halves
not noticing their faces.
I begin to feel jealous
their legs keep pace with each
other
their stride is straight and true.
I look down at my legs
imagining them amongst the crowd
in the stream headed west.
No drunken gait
No dropping foot
I mingle in their movements
a sway to my step,
my pace is one with theirs.
A noise wakes me as the taxi
and head towards the van
feeling eyes upon me.
I freeze at their thoughts
faces revealing their pity
'A young woman with a cane.'
Determined not to give in
I raise my head high
look them straight in the eye
and continue walking forward.