Sometimes I’m grieving my body
The one I used to know
That swam free in the ocean
And climbed sure footed up the mountain
To the waterfall and the places I knew in the clear
The one I trusted 
The one that didn’t hurt
And that moved light and easy
I wish I could move still, light and easy.

And as I sit here in this breaking body

I remember being light and easy
And flying high above
The meadow.
And dream of sailing straight into the sun and burning up with delight.

And I can still be beautiful but broken 
As the world retreats from me
I dive. In anyway.