Right, right is a tough con cept.

Chirality or chaos,

Your option, purpose or nil

Unexpalinably complex or dislexic

Co-incidence? Who knows who make rules

Or who uses rules. Daredevils claim to care less,

But watch them bake a pie, they prepare.

They peel the apple prior to baking the pie.

Onion rings, even more preparation if you dare try this at home

They cut the onion rings and separate them one by one

Before dipping in the prepared fermented milk product called butter milk

Then coating with flour, dip in BM again, dip in cornmeal, position on pre-positioned,

pre wax-paper lined baking sheet, onion after onion, peeled, pared, breaded, and fried before the first taste of an onion ring I prepared.

The oil. Who prepped the oil? The bottle the oil came in… this

Turns into “A fly went by..” then morphs to “Horton Hears a Who”.

“Let’s see a trick. Spit in the ocean from here”.

He remembered those taunts from some of these same men when they were boys two and three years older than he. He wrote in the dust with his finger, spat and grinned to himself, inside. With a sweep of his hand he wiped away the hills and valleys his finger made, covering the flea pond of spit he’d spat.

He stood and said, “He who is with out sin, cast the first stone.” Connection,

he knew there thoughts these boys, grown middle aged for their era, thought,

“he spat like that when he spat on the ground and said as far as he was concerned,

He just spit in the ocean and we had no say for it was so, he said”. Connection,

you know right. You know right. Every man knows right.

Throw a rock with your right hand.

You always throw stones with your right stone-throwing hand, everybody does.

It’s the right way. The right thing to do.
“He who is with out sin, cast the first stone.”

He looked the fallen lassie in the eye and said

“Go,

nothing separates you from me,

forever.”

Remember, long ago, when we were children, did you know?