A KNOWLEDGE OF BODIES
Now
that all vision rides upon one fifteenth of an ounce of liquid
(our humor’s vitreous; no color which accepts all colors)
Now
that all blood pumps through a .05 circumference of periled tubing
(that great aorta drums all lovers up)
Now
that brains bring three pounds in common market
(that central fissure’s our San Andreas Fault)
Now
let us dwell on weighty things
the ponderous newborn
the heaviness of feathers
the high specific gravity of laughter
Now
that
of our fragility we have reminders
Barbara Mooney - Poets of Boca Grande