The Body Consort

old poem, re-edited

The Body Consort 

She’s been with me for 
29,510 energetic days— 
she’s slouchy about the edges
bent here, broken there
a taken-for-granted friend

I’m beholden to her— 
she’s overused, yet ferried
me here—for decades 
she was treated like a 
beat-up truck rather than 
the marvel I now know 
her to be—oh! to go back 
eight decades 
re-frame how I dance

But no second chances
and no time for regrets
go gentle—most of all 
in thought—and remember
she is my body consort

with thanks to Kay Crista for the title