Field Notes from Within
My heart is a staunch defender of all
I am, beating with relentless passion
the wherewithal of my being.
My bowels are alchemists skilled in
diplomacy, sifting silver from dross
passing peacefully away.
My cells are seeds of a pomegranate,
deftly designed for simple pleasures,
lushly dense and sweetly sated.
My atoms are ballerinas, twirling
on ecstatic toes, arms flung wide,
faces like suns, dervishes of devotion.
by Deborah J. Brasket, 2021
I’ve revised this poem to better capture the heart of it, if you’d like to take a look and let me know what you think: