On Parkinson's disease

I wear shorts in the Antarctic
I light a bonfire in the desert at midday

I wear my pyjamas to a formal dinner

I laugh when I cry

I cry when I laugh

I use a spoon to cut the grass

I look at a mountain through a microscope

I run the race by standing still

I wear a space suit in the bath

I eat when I'm full

I rest my bones by moving my bones

I'm asleep when I’m awake
I walk when I'm sat down

I scream when I'm silent

I'm naked everywhere
I am out of synch with my own rhythm

I'm cold in the Caribbean

I'm gaining by losing myself

I am displaced but I can still be me

I have Parkinson's disease…