I’ve revised the poem I posted yesterday. I think this version better captures the heart of it. Let me know what you think.
Field Notes From Within
Our heart is a staunch defender of all
we are, beating with relentless passion
the wherewithal of our being.
Our bowels are alchemists skilled in
diplomacy, sifting silver from dross
passing peacefully away.
Our cells are seeds of pomegranates,
deftly designed for simple pleasures,
lushly dense and sweetly sated.
Our atoms are ballerinas, twirling
on ecstatic toes, arms flung wide,
faces like suns, dervishes of devotion.
Our body is like a tree full of leaves,
bark, sap, lichen—tiny worlds, seemingly
separate. Yet called to serve one
great and common purpose—I Am
–by Deborah J. Brasket (2021 – revised)