I attend to the sickness in the body.
I read the news.
I notice the traffic, and sit in it.
I feel warm on a feverish November day.

I attend to the sickness in the body.
Its myoclonic jerks, its paroxysms.
The body is attempting to reject
something that is a part of itself.

I attend to the sickness in the body.
The fire in my gut is natural.
The slowness in my step is natural.
My hyperopia is natural.

None of these may be healthy.
But the body is a marvel,
Capable of dissolution,
Regenerative, in breakdown,
to the body beyond the body,
Built for so much more
Than mere health.