From behind forehead you execute as grand conductor; the stardust of our selves reside in your neural correlates.
I find my limbs where they are, even with closed eyes, & then sense the world in multimodality: eyes open.
I come here to find hippocampal memories longing for me & receive expressions of love; call me by your name.
Ironic, you sit rearmost. What lies ahead is my ever-changing vision. Proust said: new eyes, not landscapes.
(Dr Jennifer Wolkin- is a health and neuropsychologist, and mindfulness-meditation practitioner. She started her MFA in creative writing and literary translation at Queens College)
The Beautiful Space-