Let's see if I can post anything today.

Here's a poem I just came up with a few days ago:

Body-Life

Here’s my small body in a vast plain,

Sky blue and hard above me.

I know the world is round

And sound journeys, molecule bashing molecule,

On its way.

I shout and listen, waiting to hear

My own voice travel back to me

Around the sphere.

Here’s my small body, bundled

Against the Alberta snow.

I dig the white, taste it,

I find green, grass still green

Under snow.

I marvel at this revelation.

When it’s all dead and cold

Life still goes on.

Here’s my little body, terrified and cold,

Always so cold in this new land.

I’m frightened all the time.

Of the bursting gas flame, the news of an earthquake.

My mother is afraid, she falls.

I find my hero, inside me.

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He flies to the rescue.

Here’s my small body, high in a tree,

Singing the world on the springy branch.

I smell the green

And brachiate, confident in my own springy strength.

My body fits the tree, knows it,

My name carved into its pulpy bark.

I hang, child-soft shoulders unafraid,

And drop to the welcoming earth.

Here’s my small body pushed against a wall.

I’m dangling in his hands, held by the jaw.

I turn my head, see the door,

Half-kneeling I twist and wrench,

Refusing, I hang from his hands,

The door only an aspiration

He thrusts into my mind gone blank.

Here I am, coltish and beautiful,

Not enjoying the attention I get.

Sweaty hands fumbling and bad-tasting breath.

How many ways can I say No

And still they don’t stop.

My body is a soul of yearning

Pushed and pulled any way but right.

Star aeons pass in acquiescence.

I float, far from myself.

Knowing love and passion,

Full of heart, always open yet

Missing, missing.

The green still grows under the snow.

My voice, finally, travels back to me.

Molecules from long-ago air,

Return to me

Through wind and storm and the world’s lungs

Three molecules only

Stir my ear-hairs

But they grow and GROW.

The springy branch is flowing with sap.

A kundalini cavort through moonlit woods,

My feet know the path

My feet have eyes,

I dance the Earth

I am whole, I am healing,

The trees hold me

My springy strength.