Bodies - A Poem
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Photo: Anna off trail in the Jemez
My body, yours
the forest floor
body of earth.
High mountains
body of stone
left alone.
Rock cañon
and a sheep skull, full curl
that nobody claimed.
Calcium, schist to granite from magma
old cottonwood, sand
thirteen tracks of a roadrunner
disappearing into the body of a desert.
Sagebrush. Chimayo. Chamisa. Conejos
river running
under a bridge.
Bosqué, cottonwoods, los alamos
huge valley, snow body
wide open, hot, steam from spring body—
but cold that same night on our bodies.
Walking again, up the same way
but without a trail
to where we hid our bikes.
Riding in, then out
along a body
and in a body—
Being somebody?
Being nobody.