Body

 

The shutter of the eyelid, second by second permits entry of the global other. The clarity of the retina holds up half the sky. 

The whirlpool of the ear airily early distinguishes every creek of phonemes. The tenderness of eardrum pronounces a million years of pitch perfect. 

The arcades of the nose time the air time and time again, in ideal intakes. The bridge is a mountain is a cavern is an atrium the perfumes of the Earth impel. 

The unmask of the mouth, secrets and surprises and solicitations and sworns betray with grimace or smile or pucker or gape. The instant of lips as occasion befalls, befits, then another wonder of words transmits, sounds right. 

The release of hair, an example to us all of us, rising and racing as week grows to months, wet to mop, wavelets to mohicans. Outflow becomes overflow becoming, a silken slipping memory for the bald. 

The upright lift of the head, mind concealed that yet reveals, intent facing one-way imagining other ways, turning small semi-circles, blood speaking. Expressions of a face only others know and recognise, electricity of brain behind all of that. 

The contortion of torso, proportion and relation, straightens up of necessity, the heart not stopping for explanations. Oceanic ribcage breathes a proportion, out relation, in straight, out necessarily, in self-explanatory. 

The around of arms, minute gathering, ours hours grabbing. Some days are all elbows or shoulder to the wheel or a flick of the wrist or only embrace. 

The handsome span of hands, made to work the hard science of chore. And the fabulous fingers, count on them, writing out to a nicety the sort of thing you read now, an acceptance we have no say in the making of our bodies, but do have a say in giving thanks. 

The pragmatism of the diaphragm, well aware of bare mutability. Midriff acting of its own accord for our accord. 

The originality of our sex, organised for the occasion, its cosmic possibilities and ofttimes comic outcomes. The lift and line and launch and limp of it, the lay of the land and longing and belonging met in good time. 

The shift of hips and roll of rump and through of thigh go back and forth and up and down the town. All shapely forms of us that move through spatial distance to their desired object, home. 

The long stride of legs, the little shuffle of legs, languorous hauteur or unlimited left-right-left holds us up yet to the world. The awe of all that pushes knees to the ground. 

The finesse of feet balances tallness, transports weight, points in the next direction. They arch and pirouette that are sole and heel, all the time feel. 

The turn-in of toes recalls their grip on ancient branches, their twitch a warm-up to a long walk. The turn-in at night as off is switched the light and from slowing toes right through to split ends rest comes to all that restless persist of anatomy. 

 

The shutter of the eyelid, second by second permits entry of the global other. The clarity of the retina holds up half the sky. The whirlpool of the ear airily early distinguishes every creek of phonemes. The tenderness of eardrum pronounces a million years of pitch perfect. The arcades of the nose time the air time and time again, in ideal intakes. The bridge is a mountain is a cavern is an atrium the perfumes of the Earth impel. The unmask of the mouth, secrets and surprises and solicitations and sworns betray with grimace or smile or pucker or gape. The instant of lips as occasion befalls, befits, then another wonder of words transmits, sounds right. The release of hair, an example to us all of us, rising and racing as week grows to months, wet to mop, wavelets to mohicans. Outflow becomes overflow becoming, a silken slipping memory for the bald. The upright lift of the head, mind concealed that yet reveals, intent facing one-way imagining other ways, turning small semi-circles, blood speaking. Expressions of a face only others know and recognise, electricity of brain behind all of that. The contortion of torso, proportion and relation, straightens up of necessity, the heart not stopping for explanations. Oceanic ribcage breathes a proportion, out relation, in straight, out necessarily, in self-explanatory. The around of arms, minute gathering, ours hours grabbing. Some days are all elbows or shoulder to the wheel or a flick of the wrist or only embrace. The handsome span of hands, made to work the hard science of chore. And the fabulous fingers, count on them, writing out to a nicety the sort of thing you read now, an acceptance we have no say in the making of our bodies, but do have a say in giving thanks. The pragmatism of the diaphragm, well aware of bare mutability. Midriff acting of its own accord for our accord. The originality of our sex, organised for the occasion, its cosmic possibilities and ofttimes comic outcomes. The lift and line and launch and limp of it, the lay of the land and longing and belonging met in good time. The shift of hips and roll of rump and through of thigh go back and forth and up and down the town. All shapely forms of us that move through spatial distance to their desired object, home. The long stride of legs, the little shuffle of legs, languorous hauteur or unlimited left-right-left holds us up yet to the world. The awe of all that pushes knees to the ground. The finesse of feet balances tallness, transports weight, points in the next direction. They arch and pirouette that are sole and heel, all the time feel. The turn-in of toes recalls their grip on ancient branches, their twitch a warm-up to a long walk. The turn-in at night as off is switched the light and from slowing toes right through to split ends rest comes to all that restless persist of anatomy.