My Body

You invited me to bring some object of great regard, And so I present My Body. A marvelous sensory object perfect in so many feeling ways I dare not count or shout or flout it through my days. Unlike my home where some rooms I like just as and where they are and others could be larger or a wee bit smaller, and further back or front, less up and more down to better accommodate this perfectly aging body, All my inside parts are perfectly placed, even my mealtime's exhaustive plumbing space, I've grown systemically proportioned, and synergetic'ly refunctioned, integrally ecologized with marvelous winning grace and apparent co-relational ease of pace, although dis-ease does threaten inside grief as outside gratitude to leave room for younger climate minds with more positive attitude; Who healthy best remember this cherished chiseled rich robust EarthBody. My garden would be magnificent if as organically functioned as my organs and my digits and my senses of magical sight and sound and tasty touch and feeling good wealth object-ives for lunch this day. I mention house and garden because these objects, too, I cherish and yet they feel less sacred, worthy of awe and wonder from you than this body which I usually cover up, especially when going out for lunch, unless you would rather that I not? Perhaps you would prefer I had brought what's left of my right mind, to more objectively share, critically compare; Rather than leave this gloriously embodied self wide open for your most remarkably startled stare, Which was my original nutritional intent, you see before you asked me, To bring a specific icon, my most noble ancient object worthy of our admiring subjective glare. And now in closing I must confess this body's shy performance finds life easier to bear by imagining your well-seated bodies in nothing less or more than underwear.