Tuesday, 13 January 2015

This Body

This body needs no further instruction

I lost the ability to move
Except by decree;
The postures, poses and forms
Externally prescribed, and restrictive

This body became a stranger, foreign
Its motives suspect, its needs unconscionable

It mutinied, of course
Who wouldn’t under such a regime?

Its energy sequestered
Its forces subjugated to purposes not its own
It failed to thrive
Howling at the restraints of civility

Now, it starts to move
Entirely on its own terms
And surprises me
Possessed of a deep well of resources
Its grace and wisdom become apparent

As it begins to forgive these decades of neglect
I crawl, delighted
I rest on my haunches, enthused