You invited me to bring
some object of great regard,
And so I present My Body.
A marvelous sensory object
perfect in so many feeling ways
I dare not count
or flout it through my days.
Unlike my home
where some rooms I like
just as and where they are
and others could be larger
or a wee bit smaller,
and further back or front,
less up and more down
to better accommodate this perfectly aging body,
All my inside parts are perfectly placed,
even my mealtime’s exhaustive plumbing space,
I’ve grown systemically proportioned,
and synergetic’ly refunctioned,
integrally ecologized with marvelous winning grace
and apparent co-relational ease of pace,
although dis-ease does threaten inside grief
as outside gratitude
to leave room for younger climate minds;
Who healthy best remember
richly robust EarthBody.
My garden would be magnificent
if as organically functioned
as my organs
and my digits
and my senses of magical sight
and tasty touch and feeling
good wealth object-ives for lunch this day.
I mention house and garden
because these objects, too,
and yet they feel less sacred,
worthy of awe and wonder from you
than this body
which I usually cover up,
especially when going out for lunch,
unless you would rather that I not?
Perhaps you would prefer
I had brought what’s left of my right mind,
to more objectively share,
Rather than leave this gloriously embodied self
for your most remarkably startled glare,
Which was my original nutritional intent, you see
before you asked me,
To bring a specific icon,
my most noble ancient object
worthy of our admiring subjective stare.
And now in closing
I must confess
this body’s shy performance
finds life easier to bear
by imagining your well-seated bodies
in nothing less or more than underwear.