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