Leg

Leg

What says the leg
much like that light
which shone on my face
burning bright?

I stepped outside
and saw the bright
it struck me between my two eyes
as I faced out onto the sky.

A trash bin stood there to my right.
I looked above and stood just quite
delighted with the warmth that streamed my being.

For some time there
I did yes stay
It helped my thoughts
forget the day
and just face the sensations that I held.

Now why do I keep typing now
instead of going out there now?
This is just where my body came to be.

Its place just changes, oh, he knows.
You’re still yourself, whether you end
up on a ship, house, office, lake, or tree.

A sunny rock held up my legs
and butt, as I sat up and then
touched into points that tend to bring up pain.