Depending
on where you look,
what you touch, you are changing
all the time. The carbon inside you, accounting
for about 18 percent of your being, could have existed in any
number of creatures or natural disasters before finding
you. That particular atom residing somewhere
above your left eyebrow? It could well have
been a smooth, riverbed pebble
before deciding to call
you home.
You see,
you are not so soft after
all; you are rock and wave and
the peeling bark of trees, you are ladybirds
and the smell of a garden after the rain.
When you put your best foot forward,
you are taking the north side
of a mountain with
you.
