aqueous....

Tepid totes of mostly water,

soft, warm elongated skin-tubes

with a symphony of colorful,

variegated softer tubes on the inside.

Beautiful permeable, subtle tinted bags

filled with bony white sticks and warm jelly.

Lustrous, dead keratin protein fibers

on the outside and short plump

life-giving pink filaments on the inside,

we are positively silly with cillia.

Hairs that march along the surface

of almost everything that we are

probing and promoting they glean,

clean and thrill the inner landscape.

And that convoluted brioche-brain

residing just beneath the jointed,

downturned teacup and saucer

that we call the human skull

is filled with the most mysterious

inscrutable material of all.

From it emanates a constant flow

of glimmering steamy swirls,

impulses, from the ever beating

garnet jewel just beneath our ribs,

to emit the perfume of the mind

and the thrilling chemosensational

palpable scent and flavor of feeling.

This tender melding of supple matter

that we call body, that we call home,

sweet home, asks that we employ

the seashells which reside on either

side of our cranium to listen in and out

to all of the important, enlightening

things it has to say, particularly

about the parts of it that are joined

to every other animate and inanimate

thing and being in this glorious,

orrery of an expanding universe...

lucy meskill