Jill Bolte Taylor's Stroke of Insight

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Sunday, May 6, 2012

Columbus


This morning, waking up
is like a different planet:
I have to struggle, un-compassed,
to locate myself.

I send out a search party
to find the bathroom,
while I command unwilling feet
to navigate me safely through unexplored
islands of clothes, books, and mismated shoes.

An alien sun dawns over last night’s remains.



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