by:
River Urke aka ziibi Dating Blues
by River Urke aka ziibi
All depending on ones age and story
The colors can change as quickly as the sun sets each day or
as slow as a turtle crossing the road home
I am in my mid thirties, single, walking with a cane
A growing child along my side
Entering the dating world
Disabled from the effects of living with MS.
The colors swarm around me as I play my part
Face to face with the Blues of dating
I am asked, “Why do you have a cane?”
“What do you do for a living?”
Do I lie? Do I tell only part of my story?
I flat out tell my story only to watch their eyes get bigger
The look of flight settling in the rings
as they bolt away like lightning during a summer storm
I stand in the Blackness of dating
Hesitant to step, longing to sit
But I believe in love
No matter if you are fat, thin, white, black or even disabled
Love doesn’t discriminate
I convince myself to give it one more try
One more date
Before I walk away and sit from the qualms of dating
I enter with thoughts of Rose
Hoping the Blackness doesn’t seep through
to stain my face with doubt
I limp towards him reminding myself he seems different then the rest
He asked questions with concern in his voice
He touched my heart during hours of phone calls
Neither of us utters a word as I sit down across from him
Our eyes lock in one united color as he reaches over to touch my hand
I am bursting with the warmth of Red
River © 2010
