When my body leaves me
I’m lonesome for it.
I’ve got

eyes, ears,
nose and mouth
and that’s all.

Eyes
keep on seeing the
feather blue of the

cold sky,
mouth takes in
hot soup,
nose

smells the frost,

ears hear everything, all
the noises and absences,
but body

goes away to I don’t know where
and it’s lonesome to drift
above the space it
fills when it’s here.