The Love of my Life
I sit on the couch, holding this book in my hands, as my eyes move past each letter.
My hips.
Bending down, my knees and thighs stretch,
my back moves towards the couch,
my ankles and feet bear the weight of my body,
my arms dangle while my elbows bend.
My hips touch the couch, as they settle into its softness.
Bones and muscles, you are my beautiful snuggles.
My hands.
I place my finger on my wrist bone, feeling my radial pulse.
One-hundred-thousand life-sustaining heartbeats every day.
One-hundred-thousand miles of blood vessels, faithfully streaming through me.
Three-hundred and thirty billion cells produced in my blood each day.
Numbers and streams, you are my flowery dreams.
My eyes.
They rest for two-hundred-fifty milliseconds on each word,
taking it in, before faithfully moving on to the next.
The cornea, pupil, iris, lens, retina – all part of a committed family –
take each sight, every ounce of light, and humbly gift it to the brain,
that morphs letters and images, into feelings and emotions.
Miracles and boons, you are my favorite tunes.
And those are a few parts of me reading one line, in a few seconds.
There are countless aspects of my mind and body,
that constantly sustain, nourish, and guide me,
with every breath I take, every smile I paint,
every step I take, every word I speak, every thought I feel.
The magic of my faithful body amazes me.
I will not take it for granted.
I will acknowledge the marvelous gift that is me.
Me. I. My body. My mind. My soul.
Where do I draw the line separating them?
It runs faithfully and gratefully through each of them,
uniting them like lovers with unconditional lifetime vows.
I will hug and kiss that soft gracious line every chance I get.
I will hold its hands and have it light the path along the journey that my life is.
