Poem # 64 Bodyscape

This uncombed hair of head grows like the wild grasses of this round world. My body lays on its side with undulating contours of hills and valleys. Long deep breaths flow in and out like the wind along the edges of mountains. Blood winds along veins and arteries as do the streams and rivers in soft countryside. With eyelids that close on scenic vistas and reveal the darkness of the night, and hear the vibrations that storm across our features like a hurricane through the night.