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.
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