When not in use,
it’s folded, tucked under my arm
or stuffed in a back pack.
When I step outside,
I pull free the nylon holding it together.
It unfolds, clicks into place.
I walk away, ready to face adversity.
From That’s Life: New and Selected Poems
Abbie–What a clever title and fresh perspective on the white cane! You were definitely thinking like a poet when you created the idea for treatment of your topic. Good luck with the new book! When I voted for your new book several weeks ago, I received an extremely nice confirmation e-mail/letter from you and much appreciated the acknowledgement. Alice
Thank you, Alice, I’m glad you liked the poem.