Each of my cells
buzzing
each one
a question
yet unanswered.
I notice their intensity
concentrated in my forearms
instead of my head
(the most likely place).
I think on this.
The time that has passed
since last I asked
“How are you, divine forearm?”
“Divine cracks between my knuckles?”
“Divine chipped toenails?”
“Divine chronic fracture?”
“Divine belly button?”
The answer is
Too long.
But I do the best I can,
Attending to each
part of the whole,
and also to each
crack that is
shining through the parts.
