My Body

My Body

My body...
is the miracle that you asked for
It does not ever end...
It includes
the streams of your thoughts
and torrents of your feelings
My body never ends...

It's an ant crawling on your toe,
a rabbit eating stew,
a squirrel gone nuts.

My body is a wildflower
Ordinary
but marvelous to come upon
after wanderings of pre-planned designs.

Wildflowers are my absurd reminder
that my body is gently unpredictable

It never ends...
I've often wondered about the silliness of it all.

Why do you keep fear of me
in your body?...
My body?

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