Does your body know why it breathes?
So it can sigh, says mine.
And my heart, it beats,
My ankle, rotates
outward from my center.
My fingers form semaphores, unseen -
Tiny pins of light ignite the air,
And single strands of silver hair
stitch those signals tight.
Brain-named; lame-brained or wise -
You write that story to find out what happens
Not to find out why.
June 4, 2012 Ravenna Taylor
Thanks to Halvard Johnson for the volley