My left side leads my right side
and it has always been this way,
from, I suspect, mother’s womb
until, I expect, I find the grave.
My left foot anchors my right foot
each time I begin to walk steps.
Then I feel it solid on the ground
before I forward shift from the left.
As left hand hooks it, right hand plays
note found first before pluck or strum.
From this arrives one more tune
likely that again I sing and hum.
But so you say my left ear
hears a bit better than my right.
Well no surprise do I feel
always left carried the work and fight.
And from the womb to grave I go.
Being me requires this will be so.
© Dennis Wright, 2012
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| "Walking Man" by Alberto Giacometti |
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