as my fractured right clavicle
has knitted itself back together
stronger than ever before
(for the body grows with insight)
i am stuck again by the miracle of it
and relish in the feel of muscles sliding
well supported by this honey combed
frame of calcium already recycled
millions of times through sea shells
and the bones of all who transitioned
before us everything built without
a single conscious idea or spoken word
were it not for the fractures and healing
we might take too much for granted
on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy
in a universe where physicists daily marvel
at how finely tuned everything is
to make our existence a living possibility
but as we see it all fits perfectly into you
and me and all that is without a single
thought
©John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art 12/12/17
Love this. I think we’ve all felt this, in some way.
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