The Body Awake

Feeling into my limits

prickly, clinging, spiky,

not quiet harsh,

burning, ache,

right here, moving.

It is like seeing what I look like

from outside of me and

smelling each mood like

a newborn’s skin.

Hearing my voice

erupt as if from the earth,

wild.

After the shock, there is

a calm, like the way water

clear from a fresh spring might

taste.

Crisp, sharp, soothing, calm,

necessary.

I’ve known so many sides

of myself.

And there are infinitely more possibilities.