scrape your knee, it is only skin, makes the sound of violins / 12:55 pm

I know that I should be doing something else right now

as the sun shines

as a leaf or two falls to the cold cold ground.

I know that I should be bettering myself in textbooks

or a stuffy sixth floor cubicle 

with an out of tune too-soft or too-loud piano.

But instead I sit here typing my thoughts

and reading books that take me to better places

or at least places that I've never been to.

I am naked with wet hair, wrinkled fingertips

the very same fingertips that emerged

twenty years ago and that is 

what amazes me.

I used to be in awe of cities and highways and how machines like trains and airplanes could possibly work... but, recently, I have forgotten about these things humans have built and have found wonder in my body, in all of our bodies, in animals' bodies. Everything is so fragile. There are so many things that could go wrong (and do go wrong). The way our hearts work, our brains work, our ligaments and tendons work, our senses... it scares and delights me. It baffles me, really. For years, I have taken the body for granted. For years! And to think that my body will be part of the earth someday... it all makes sense. It is a comfort to me.