Braille

01/04/09

The world rests on my lap.
If my finger is the sky,
then under it the fields prosper.
Row after perfect row of buds
bid me gather all I can.
The harvest is food for thought.

from Suddenly Slow (Handtype Press, 2009).


John Lee Clark was born deaf and became progressively blind in adolescence. He has received the Robert F. Panara Award for Poetry and is also the first signer- deaf or deaf/blind- to appear in Poetry. He is the editor of the definitive anthology Deaf American Poetry (Gallaudet University Press, 2009).