The Body Poem Project: Focusing on being in my body when all the world is falling apart.

This body, all I am, all I control, or can/am I? 

Meditating to connect with this body, with other bodies. 

Softly vibrating feet on the floor. 

Still legs, the stillness of a deer in the forest. 

Softly vibrating pelvis tilted on the chair. 

Still belly, the stillness of a swollen pond after rain. 

Tightening to carry the press of the world and of self. 

This body, tense and stiff, contains my anxiety. 

A burning sensation in my chest, 

Warm throat, warm from morning coffee. 

A burning sensation in my shoulders.,

Warm arms, warm from carrying the weight of today. 

This body, possibly feverish, shudders. 

Vibrating at a higher power, with other bodies. 

Loose neck and throat, I touch my skin. 

Jammy, gummy fingers, from touching food. 

Jammy, gummy eyes, from touching sleep. 

Loose head, not quite awake, the thinking part. 

Vibrating in the moment, a solo body.

This body, all that I am, all I can/will control now.

My tongue: filmy, tight, anxious. 

Parts and feelings, feelings of still certainty. 

My heart: pasty, loose, relaxed. 

Words and rhythms, rhythms of vibrating distress.