Reclining

I sing the body reclining
I sing the throwing back of self
I sing the cushioned head
The fallen arm
I sing the body reclining
As an indolent continent

I sing the body reclining
I sing the easy breathing ribs
I sing the horizontal neck
I sing the slow-moving blood

I sing the body reclining
As a wayward tree

– Grace Nichols

(via Leigh Goodwin)

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