Body Tells All
A poem about physical reactions
Behind the pursed lips,
the anxiety creeps,
down the centerline
hollowing out the
universe at mid belly.
Heaven forbid a hand
arrives just at that
moment to stop the
bleeding anxiety
from spreading on
all fours.
Those hands, one on the
belly, and the other at
the chest, caressing the
broken, the rapid
uncertainty at the heart.
The breath is penetrating
only if you allow that
hand to fully protect
what’s not seen.
Inhale in the world
where the mind
wanders and
overanalyzes.
Exhale out attachment,
ego, want, and
sink deep into
the strain.
The mind slowly
releases its prisoner:
the body that doesn’t
surrender, until it
finally does.
Between the known
and the unknown,
the heart sits,
ever available to
help to ease the mind.
It mends the body,
nurtures it until it
can fall effortlessly
in decision.
