Newark Hotel, Rainy Night by Margaret Dubay Mikus, Copyright 2014
“…What would kidney language be like?
Like the earth speaking
in ebb and flow of tides,
crying softly in drought or deluge,
flowing currents coming and going,
pushing and pulling….”
From poem 48, in my book, “Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine: Poems of Grace, Hope, and Healing.” Listen here: https://youtu.be/KdJ_MTDq5HE
What does it mean to listen to the body, to notice when things are off balance and take steps to be healthier—even before illness sets in? Each organ seems to have its own language (“symptoms”). If you are like me, you may not be aware of a problem until the situation is serious. This poem asks for a gentler approach, to act as if the mind (intellect) and the body are on the same team, and vitality—without pain—is the common goal.
San Diego in the Distance, across Mission Bay by M D Mikus, Copyright 2013
For more poem videos from “Frazzle”
THROWN AGAIN into the FRAZZLE MACHINE: Poems of Grace, Hope, and Healing