On the Other Side

Corpus Collosum

as ominous and impenetrable

as the Berlin Wall

sustains some of us

on the right

(not to be confused with the right espoused by the

the political philosophy of the simple but mean-spirited miscreants ).

Without will or forced effort-

seeing the extraordinaire in the ordinary

that so often passes unoticed.

For the right-brained

these  moments become

 fused with the 

mind and heart simultaneously,

not unlike a love at many levels

Some too complex

for the language 

of left brain rationality.

Shapes, color, shades of grey,  patterns, sounds,

memory of the subtle smell of her neck and hair,

pieces of clouds,

yet unwritten music,

empathy,

and a drive to

percieve and incorparate these visceral data

through the senses,

who at times,

become deluged by the storm,

but somehow manage

to fuse the experience with reason and purpose.

A place that can be

void of smart phones

(or at least smart users thereof)

GPS,

or the need to tweet how many

sheets of toilet paper

one used yesterday

within the social media.

And of course,

balancing a checkbook,

reading The Economist,

or experiencing a summer

cumulus sky show

without juxtaposition,

are all but in vain

on the other side.

K. Carter