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The Landscape of the Body
BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
There are heights here I never noticed before –
bare rock I grip, my knuckles gleaming
as I pull myself up, trembling and breathing hard
until I can steady the scared soul
in the calm pool of the body.
I never noticed how much light inhabits this place
or the slim fingers of walnut leaves feathering
over the hidden birch, the singular palm tree
growing anyway in a cold climate,
the dance of cloud reflected
in a distant buildings’ wall of mirror.
I never noticed how small I am against the rock,
and how small the rock in the ocean of sky.
How miniature my heartbeat, and at the same time,
how loud the cacophony of hope and fear
while everywhere birds dive toward dinner,
and my bones sing
to what makes stars visible.
Reprinted with permission of the author from Reading the Body (Mammoth Publications, 2004)
Write about the landscape of your body. Be sure to imagine the height as well as the horizontal territory, any sources of water as well as the weather, the sky as well as the land, and the urban, suburban and/or rural areas you might explore.
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