January 13
CATCH
How can my sensibility catch my intellect? Or find a map with enough information to get
my heart to the current location of my mind?
What are the common markers recognized by soul and brain? I know the pulse of my wrist is counter-pointing
the firing of my synapses. My life signs
run their course and I struggle to find the intersections. I long for more than signposts and curbing. I would like parallels, paradigms and
conclusions. There must be a place of
common home and hearth. I am looking for
the depot of my life. I hope I hit it
before I hit the coast.
Warm your heart
with your thoughts.
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Offset
I often feel out of round
and unmatched to my counterparts.
Awkwardly I sit unable to strike a plausible pose.
I want my asymmetry to seem chic.
I feel a victim of universal ugliness
and gracelessly plod through my days.
Luckily offset thinking,
the partner of my offset soul, saves me.
I see that I am uniquely useful,
Like a screwdriver set at right angles
for use where a straight one could not reach.
I am counterbalance and compensation.
I may be lateral but I am also collateral.
I am an embellisher, beneficial in unexpected ways
and shouldn’t seek to be inline with the multitude.
I am the new growth,
the spur to the future.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
