Journey of Words

A Jungle

He saysMy body is a jungleOne morning I wakeAnd a snake bites meThe next, a tigerWhich begs the questionOf body and soulMind and heartSomeone saysListen to your bodyAdmittedly not an easy thingFor a man to doListenThat river running through itBlood or alcohol?That breathAir or wind?CalcificationFossilisationGlacial erosionOf allThat was fluid and firmJungle drumsPounding in my earsWaterfalls… 

He says
My body is a jungle
One morning I wake
And a snake bites me
The next, a tiger

Which begs the question
Of body and soul
Mind and heart
Someone says
Listen to your body
Admittedly not an easy thing
For a man to do

Listen

That river running through it
Blood or alcohol?
That breath
Air or wind?

Calcification
Fossilisation
Glacial erosion
Of all
That was fluid and firm

Jungle drums
Pounding in my ears
Waterfalls my tears
All this life
About me
Running wild
Taking over
From within

Not ashes to ashes
Just ashes to
A hive of uncontrollable
Subcutaneous activity

~
n.b. He, in this instance, was Rafael Nadal, a professional tennis player of note. If only every sports interview was so poetically inspirational.

CLP 26/05/2024

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Chris Perry

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