43/17: robust

these nights i feel my blood
everywhere,
circling my skull
with intention and bringing
antiquated pollen up and through
my heart;
keeping rhythm with the in and out of
my lungs.

i can tell you this:
we are primal and sturdy animals
constructed carefully by the handiwork
of eons.

i know i am an animal;
i trust everything in place to make me so.
i am naked skinned and warm blooded and
i smell of the earth from which i came.