The body, eclectic

These white legs are sand shoals-

blue capillaries pool like silent lakes,

tributaries snake up limbs

in search of infinite source.

This mostly water of a body

thirsts, desert-like, for wonder,

for the wonder of this body to

let in the tide that is dammed,

flow cut off for too long, to long.

Will it know where to wend, to

go into creases that deepen, grow?

Candle offerings are lit, little

beacons glow along a path,

like a runway ready to receive.

On inhale of breath, fullness;

the breadth of breast where

rib convexes to chest, is

where will exhales, the void

in its wake waits, expectant.

Light, warm with fluid heat

will surely find a way to make

this holy ground whole again.