Breathing
The fan is just right –
just right.
I was thinking about how everything that is numb, tingling or
painful is on the left side of my body –
as if I took a left turn somewhere.
I can’t depend on what’s left.
Wow – that’s a thought.
Being a lefty must be odd.
Most of the world is right oriented and what’s left for the lefty
are the leftovers …
trying to build a life out of the scraps that nobody wants.
After thoughts of inclusion.
But this is going into left field .
Let me right myself and start again.
I’m now wondering if my right cares a hoot for my left …
limping along like an unwanted hanger-on.
It simply cannot carry the whole load here.
I do hope that the situation will seem awfully sad to my
dominant tendency…
( the habit of thinking that everything is all right )
Sometimes , things will just be left
and there’s no getting around it.
Left is here to stay
and what’s left of left,
will have to take stock of the situation

and be with what is.
What is
Is that…
It’s on it’s own
and don’t ask right to have anything to say or do.
All is alright
when left is OK too.