Lost Horizon — thoughts on being disabled

I watch babies learning to walk,

think of hikers on wild moors.

I dream of vast bluebell woods

where I’m walking with armfuls of flowers.

Better to be a fish or a mermaid,

for them water’s a liquid road,

the ocean’s a highway to somewhere.

Even plastic ducks reach far off shores.

My room offers no exploration.

Only a theatrical setting,

only a predictable view.

Even the horizon is unclear,

sliced by the grey roofs of apartments,

Static, as I am too.

Sarah Das Gupta

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Sarah Das Gupta is a poet from Cambridge UK who has taught English in India, Tanzania and UK. She started writing aged 80, after a disabling accident. Her work has been published in over 25 countries in magazines and anthologies. She has been nominated for Best of the Net, The Pushcart and a Dwarf Star.