I’ve been dreaming of timeshares for 32 years
as long as I’ve been disabled,
dreaming a world where everyone shares disabilities
8 hours on, 16 hours off.
When I, able-bodied, branched out in the world
this timeshare idea never occurred to me
– I figure it might be a hard sell.
So how about this instead:
give us vacations from our disabilities
no one need tend them while we’re away
they’ll be waiting when we get back.
When I get my vacation
I will powwow with artists and herbalists
turmeric lemonade will sustain us
the sound of our jingles
the stomp of our feet on the ground
will sustain us
I will dance my way down
to the root.
About the Author
A friend said on Facebook: “The next vacation I get…” and that made me think of what I want a vacation from. If I got my wish I would dance down my Potowatomee roots.
In 2015 Barbara Ruth’s poetry was nominated for Best of the Net, was a runner up in the Wilda Morris poetry contest and won Rock the Chair sponsored by Yellow Chair Review. Barbara Ruth is also an essayist, fiction writer, memoirist and photographer. She lives in San Jose, California.
About the Illustrator
Daria Wollman studies graphics in Academy of Fine Art in Katowice, Poland. She loves lithography (especially mezzo-tint on stone), painting and installation. She’s into portrait, geometry and cosmos.
You can find more of her works on Facebook.