Twenty Years Ago
In the heavy forest,
My skin bordered the sky,
Played with it,
Eyes turned on themselves.
I was unprepared,
Whirled from almost every year
Back to that object of finding gaze
And folded bare twigs
To fill the spaces.
Free Will vs Destiny
Made of millions of glassy splinters
Move water in through filtering holes
And out through a central cavity.
Loosely organized of microscopic entities,
If strained through a sieve
And poured in the same location
Will form the same body
Even though each tiny entity is
Capable of surviving on its own.
More than a Bag of Accumulating Tissues
This simple body is not burdened
But enclosed no further
With no shell
Soft ballooning tubes
Move one mouthful of another
Side to side