Deaf Awareness

by Karen Christie

In a small operating theatre that doubles as a classroom,
I am seated for a panel discussion.
The student doctors in their lab coats practice observation.
As living clothed bodies, we are
wholes instead of parts but
the first interpreted question is:
Don't you wish a cure?
If I could I would
wish for healing hands,
my own. One touch
on each of your closed eyelids--
Ephphatha, "be opened"--
now you see us.
A miracle.