WHAT GOOD COULD YOUR BODY BE

Have you ever traded places with a tree

In your mind

Just for fun

And then opened that unclosable door

Of seeing and seeing and knowing

That your life depends on them?

You turn in a slow circle

In any room of your house

And lose count of the things that wouldn’t be there -

Table chair house home walls floor book bow bed spoon axe ladder fire breath life you.

Can you really imagine the reverse?

What good could your body be?

Would you burn up to keep a friend warm?

A foe?

Would you fall for a strangers comfort?

Could you stand still for eons just for the sake of shade?