Right and Left

Pooh Bear by E.H.Shepard“Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was right, then the other one was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.

“‘Well,’ he said slowly-”

from The House at Pooh Corner by A.A.Milne

from Chatterbox:

Salt & Pepper

We match
like a set.
A slight difference
the hand detects
as it reaches for
a dash
of seasoning.
But matching –
meant to stand next –
lonely if the other breaks
bereft, and pairless.

The Collector finds us,
dusty and alone,
at separate Church bazaars
and cries, Eureka!
Sets us together
at His feast.

And I am shaken
this sweat
these tears
crystallizing.
These years of searching
ending
in my match
my sombrero
my windmill
my ceramic heart
stops breaking.

I write to Fletcher that Mark and I are dividing our assets and that Mark has asked for my wedding ring back; an heirloom from his side of the family. Of course, all wedding bands are significant, but mine was proof to the world I am lovable. I wore it faithfully and boldly. Look! See? Somebody chose me!

I assure Fletcher I will give the ring back to Mark – but that what I really want to do is go down to the beach and throw it in the lake. I divulge to Fletcher that the worst part is I no longer have an easy method of distinguishing my right hand from my left. So embarrassing. Why did I tell him that? At my age to not know my right from my left is ridiculous.

Fletcher writes, “You and I are too much alike.”

I type a question mark.

He responds, “Right and left, I only know by remembering which side my heart is on.”

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