BORN of the body, memories 
Of where she was, and what she felt; 
Every bone with different marrow, 
Pangs that in the sun just melt, 

 Capillaries of inclusion, 
 All in one, and one in all: 
 Birthed in sorrow’s touch, and needing 
 Rising wind and waterfall. 

There for the taking, melodies 
That soothed her ears and calmed her heart; 
Smells of breakfast cooking, frying, 
Transferred to a world apart, 

 Knees and shoulders free from aching, 
 Hair no longer gray or thinned; 
 Born of the body, turned to fire, 
 Soaring on the rising wind.