The Body Gives
Sometimes the body gives too much.
A tendon frays, the heart mumbles
and no one sees the damaged parts.
Ignoring pain, we continue climbing ladders,
sandpaper breath rasping the morning light.
Little bits of us crumble all the time,
yet we stumble on, pretending.
Then the body kills us with its enthusiasm.
Cells duplicate wildly, plaque explodes.
This enmity within? Defensive maneuvers.
Working alone, I wonder where I might end.
On the floor. In a field. Atop the bed.
Under the surface of a rippling pond
or drifting with smoke
through a snow-clad afternoon
at eight thousand feet. Among
the grocery’s tomatoes and squash
approaching the end of a long list.
At the bar, glass in hand, or in a truck
at a four-way stop, the radio blaring.
Time enough for speculation, they say.
But I wonder: when I jump,
does the earth always rise to greet me?
“The Body Gives” first appeared in The New Reader Magazine, in March 2018.
“Then the body kills us with its enthusiasm”
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It is a conundrum.
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I see this on the morningbthat I learn of Debra W’s passing. Coincidence?
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Some don’t believe in coincidence… I hope you’re doing well, Rebecca.
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I can completely relate to this. Sigh.
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It is, unfortunately, a reality in my life.
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This whole “aging” thing is bewildering…the gray hairs, the wrinkles are bearable, even interesting; but the bizarre aches and pains that crop up and insist on being acknowledged, that disrupt sleep and remind…these…!
I hope, whenever I jump, the earth will always rise to greet me — and you, too ❤
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Let’s keep jumping, Carrie. Today I jump for joy, with trepidation.
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Love this contemplation, Bob, as I consider — by necessity, ever more — the little bits crumbling all the time. Speaking of which, Happy slightly early or slightly belated Birthday; not sure of the exact date.
I’ll be missing from your comments for awhile — away from home celebrating that same milestone birthday with my best friend (hers soon, mine in November) — but I’ll see you again in later September, my poet friend.
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Thank you, Cate! Slightly early (October 30), but every day is worth celebrating. Take care and have fun!
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one’s death is something to ponder…
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Having approached it, I can verify the truth of that statement. 🙂
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our shared mystery
how beautiful your story of it
am:)
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Thank you!
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I suppose aging to the point of confinement in a nursing home would reduce anxieties about where the end might come … I prefer more freedom and more mystery! This poem gives me pause, though – recalling two separate years I worried I’d go into labor on the job (a good hour of freeway traffic to get home), with no privacy, oh horrors! Both babies waited till after due date (hence my last day of work) long enough to annoy …
Dying in the market vegetable aisle would disrupt … but would it matter that much if I were the one suddenly gone?
Here’s to trusting the circumstances … whatever they turn out to be.
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Give me the freedom and mystery, too! And yes, let’s trust the circumstances.
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This was a great read Robert! Personally I’d like to go, at the age of 110, having lost control of my private plane while making love to a male model ;O) x
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You have a plan! But I wonder how the male model would feel about it. 🙂
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Yes that could be a bit of a sticking point 😉
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Beautiful poem… a brilliant meditation…
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Thanks, Daniel. I’ve long thought that I might choose my own ending, but who knows?
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Fabulous piece. Makes you think.
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Thank you. So pleased you like it.
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The sad truth of how the body takes it out on us. Funny thing though, my mind is better than it’s ever been! I guess that’ll decline as well eventually. Good piece!
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Same here! I hope to delay the mind’s deterioration for a while.
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outstanding!
The close is not what I expected. That makes it all the more powerful.
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Thank you. I’m pleased it worked for you.
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The body killing with enthusiasm…so hard, because it is insistent on sinking the entire ship as well, not to mention polluting the surrounding waters.
Better to go as my grandfather did–just keel over in the barbershop, after a long and dignified life.(K)
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There are a few things I want to do before I keel over, but that does seem a good way to go.
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