And I just got to know

Wednesday, January 13, 2016 @ 11:45 AM

Thank you, hands

Speak with your hands, Listen with your eyes

This is a poem that explains what goes on in my head when I saw a Hearing-Impaired struggling to communicate with a hearing man.

There was only 30 minutes left to arrive at my homeland

I had exceeded my curfew on a weekend

As I headed to exit with a friend

I saw someone who needed a helping hand

It was his hand that made communication a can

Thankfully, I fathomed his dancing band

The person on the other hand, didn’t understand

If I ran, I’d be damned

My eyes stared as he signed

In Sign Language, I am half blind

“Fire extinguisher, school, closed, mind”

What is this sign that is one of a kind?

What if my vocabulary was too confined?

What if I failed to get the words bind?

What if I run out of time?

But, what if all I needed is in my subconscious mind?

What if I could start an easy conversation?

What if I was meant to be at this location and situation?

What if I could facilitate interpretation?

But, what if instead of appreciation, he feels irritation?

This debate in my head is causing a laceration

My hands plead for communication

My heart wants to remove discrimination

I have to put embarrassment into elimination

My hands took a tiny step, I signed “hi”

He didn’t respond, oh why?

Oops I forgot, he only listened with his eye

Taking a deep breath, I did a second try

The hairy man look down at me

His hands move like a hardworking bee

My twisted face shows that I don’t own a Sign Degree

He smiled, slowed down, and said sorry

I smiled, hands moved, and worries became lost debris

By and by, our conversation progressed slowly

Both of us were in too much glee

As there is a merge between the Baltic and North Sea

And that was how I met Leslie.