Indivisible

My left hand

paints and writes

My right hand types

My left hand cradles the baby

My right hand folds the laundry

My left hand longs for time

My right hand wears the watch

The left hand itches for a road trip

The right hand makes sure the oil is changed

There is a concept

that states

some fully left sided individuals

have absorbed a mirror twin

I think this is true

and somewhere

braided within

I have that hidden twin

reminding me

What's right

when my left hand keeps me

dreaming all night

of choices, clouds and lonesome desert highways

My left hand holds the secrets of my heart

while my right hand reaches out to strangers