If you could take your eyeballs out
And get one to look at the other
What would you see
Looking into your own soul
Half seeing the other half
Would each one be surprised
What if there is nothing there?
When you clap your hands
Do they come together?
Or are they coming apart?
Simultaneously pushing away from each other
Is one hand quicker,
More cautious,
More fretful than the other
Does one arrive before the other
So the clap is not quite in the middle
Is one stride longer than the other
Does one leg know its better
Stronger, safer, more sure
Does your heart lean to the left
or the right
Does it hover in the middle-undecided
When you put your feet together
Does one quiver in fear
Is one foot afraid of the other
Does your body know things that you don’t
Is it comfortable with itself?
Are you sure?
A Tuesday Latte 