! ! Why Shouldn'T Poems...

…be hot out of a news item – even if it barely ranks as ‘poetry’ - if it moves a would-be poet more than many a poem…? Here’s the story: Dr Jill Bolte Taylor, who became a neuro-scientist because her beloved brother was schizophrenic… had an exceptional opportunity for research when one morning a golf-ball-sized haemorrhage in her left brain, gave her a stroke, which she was able to observe as it happened… becoming herself schizophrenic in a fashion, so that one half of her brain said this consciousness is boundless… while the other half said, I’m me… struggling to support one another as for forty-five minutes, she tried to find her office identity in a blur of pixels that were a number she must dial… it took her eight observant years to recover; now she tells the story, (always herself, always as boundless as her story): some of us smiling through our tears, her tears, her smiles.. maybe I could turn that into more of a poem… but why? Between these lines, between she and me, I and you, the boundless, too..