The Ballad of the Body

For 60 years I have occupied 
this cage of bone and skin. 
My body has been every size, 
a house to hold my spirit in.

At six weeks we were zygote. 
My room lean as a bean. 
My birthing was the antidote 
to darkness. I was seen

in all my infant weakness. In one 
year I could walk. The sun 
and earth did their dance. 
At two years I could talk