depths

an ice cream of sensations

of which we choose to partake

flavors are many

MANY

and their combinations way more

the sound of the distant leafblower

as my bare belly squeezes the bed

my calf muscles' contraction

as I twist my foot to the left

faucet running water

behind me, it soothes

the blood in my head pumps with fuzzy, self-rhythm.

on my jaw. on my forehead.

the shape of my body as I slide on the floor

and with a knowing right arm, close the door

fulfillment when music from next door is removed

its words ask mind to point somewhere and I gently refuse

this cocktail of signals

through this body of mine

are fountains of ice cream

for me to lick as I choose

I, tongue, sense the samples

my curious child wishes

and play, in this process, is all it will do

and play, in this process, is all it will do

the colors there, outward, light blue from the sky

it subtly rinses my visual canal

combine it with white clouds and curtains of green

and here is unique ice cream

never before seen

tasted

feel the fullness of this body

proprioception

its innards stretch and squiggle

a robust package of fragiles

channels perception to this me.

a warm base of digestion

thank you belly

a deep piping of breath, its subtle sound sigh,

the capacity, and tautness of our devoted lungs

a sense of balance

and domes of air waves made music by our ears

two instant periscopes

turning light into majesties

thank you eyes

taste a flavor

invite it

feel it

dance in you

all real

it is all real

and it is all here

every tiniest speck of it

every shaky hesitation

every lightest, strangest mood

emoted

the tiny jerk of the elbow

interpretation

of these

their connection to meanings

the unreasonable arguments

the motives for violence

the motives for peace

the shames we avoid

the fears that fence us

it is on the surface

here

or in layers below

here

or deeper

here

those ropes of must or should

that seem to pull

away from here

also real. habits

sometimes floated on the surface

with little depth

find its depths

freedive

to feel the habits

the behaviors and their roots

do they feel to match that

in that rich depth of you

of I

some will be strengthened

given ground

my ground

others may be unfit

for the shape I discover

in me

and shed

dissolve into the shifting ocean

and more space to dance

is allowed

in the depths of us

we can grow our roots and stems

and then our flowers can truly

bloom

bring them light

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