By Thomas Shapcott
The Body
The body has many duties. Lust
Is only one of them. Though it is close to hand
We learn the extent of things through the body.
Strange, then. That we are so constricted.
What we thought everything proves to be nothing.
Constriction is the only lesson we carry.
When we are young everything seems possible,
Even flight, but soon enough we are contained
Within the practical centre of our bodies.
So that, in old age, all limitations seem natural.
It is as if the body always held us,
A natural constriction to our widest dreams.
These days I think I am confined
Or at least held back from everything
As if what I dreamed were ever possible.
Thomas Shapcott