HEALTH
How My Wild Body Holds Me in the Moment
Brain, heart, gut, and lungs
Every day’s a struggle
between my wild body parts
My mind worries about the future
and my heart bleeds about the past
My mind loathes my heart
for emotions that bring me risks
My heart loathes my mind for
putting me in danger
of fear
of grief
of anger
I solve the thing by taking turns
My mind is for weekdays
and my heart colors
the weekend
But they keep fighting furious fights
shouting: “Don’t be stupid!”
My veins are like rivers
they make my wild waters flow
to my gut full of microbes
Sensible and wise
Today, my gut involves
my lungs in the debate
They expand without question
and let go without guilt
They are taking me dancing
on the music of the now
My Wild Body knows
that the moment is the best release
for fear, and grief, and anger
My Wild Body knows…
Thank you, Gaia, for giving me Wild Writing
© Désirée Driesenaar, 2022
