the body remembers every insult tone of voice
icy wind mean cut burn thorn and bruise every
battering ever endured knows the screaming
places absence of freedom chains and whips
virtual and real and on the other hand the pleasures
where beauty is found pleasant landscapes horses
cows peacefully grazing on remote hills sea
breezes sheep goats my lady’s pleasure candle
lit dinner soft music knows where to find stuff
knows its proper place connects with the universe
breathing in and out collecting what it needs like
the birds of the field depositing rich biome the
body knows its ancestors their sorrows and delights
burbling in the background deferring to the brain’s
cognitive harmony and dissonance but sometimes
irrupting little bursts of pain or delight knowing
the right path sometimes better my body remembers
my parents’ pleasures habits acquired in the great
depression the joy of writing small with pencil
stubs on all available white space until it is used
up and gone and only then comes pleasure with
throwing it away and today after a week layered
with pandemics virus and violence we understand
the wisdom of black bodies remembering carrying
scars of ancestral beatings and chains but oh how
lovely is the day glowing green and fresh out into
the future with a chance to begin anew rise from
ashes carrying memories to nourish growth building
green leaves seeking new photons never before
seen coming constantly from the sun created
continuously ongoing creation and evolution
