Inhabiting the realm of spirit
is less easy
than most think.
Weathering the storms of blood crashing
against the walls of elastic veins
that give with the flow and
hug with the ebb,
as flesh seeks to mirror the mind’s flights
of fancy, chasing
objects of desire in dreams and sidelong
glances
reining in the roving eye,
the hand with a will of its own, reminding,
reminding, ever
reminding the heart to remember
the upward glance and check
the downward slide.
What dignity is there in love,
when weighted by heavy
bodies?
1994
From Depth Perception – Selected Poems
kayLorraine 