the use of the body, so bound
in strings and terror:
is it right, is it moral, is it effective?
can the hands do this, can the mouth?
(will it hurt?)
even in age there are questions.
yet how can there be any doubt when the body
is all you are, is all you can be?
the only earthly thing you are attached to,
kite string, ballast.
take the doubt, dig a hole,
bury it deeper than toes sinking into sand.
gather the fear, sever the string,
let it loose into thinner skies.
the body is all you have,
claim clearance, find physical fealty.