APPLE
MARTY REMPEL
The brain,
a cathedral of connections,
a wilderness of lightning and silence. for a life time words moved through me effortlessly, from spark to sound from thought to speech.
Damaged in a moment, an accident of chance in time,
neurons once fired in elegant sequence, across each sculpted synapse
singing its part in the orchestra of language.
After, a rupture, a loss, a sudden quiet, blood fled, cells flattened, networks dimmed the familiar routes went dark.
The words that once leapt from my tongue now gone.
I am not still
The brain, neuroplastic, ever adaptive, restless and alive as
old highways crumble, I send out scouts, axons searching like roots through unseen soil.
Dendrites reach out towards the faintest electrical whisper.
I guide the rebuilding
Circuits reorganize, neighbouring regions awaken to the call.
The right hemisphere listens, hesitant at first, visual cortex offers image, motor cortex lends rhythm, emotions add tone, again an orchestra, together they begin to trace new routes to find the ideas once lost.
I rehearse again and again...
I feel the signal practice is in my pulse each repetition thickens my resolve, quickens the transmission, stabilizes the spark until one day the current finds home.
A light flares across a synapse and there it is that elusive lost word
rises from silence like a bird returning to its branch.
"Apple" I say
I say it aloud
With excitement and joy
It's "APPLE"!
The sound is rough and alive.
The meaning complete, whole and unmistakable.
I can recall and imagine think and do,
The brain is a builder of bridges, a keeper of faith and languages,
When one path is lost
Another is found
Neuroplasticity.
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