Fortune

This is the eye heaviness
that reaches down to the centre of the Earth
the weight of a four hour unsettled sleep
unburdened responsibilities
and the overachievers ache

This is me ever and yet (not even a little bit)
present.
The division between body and all these other
minute distractions
the effort required for me to lift a ten ton finger
beyond the grasp of my own understanding

I am thankful for the automaton-like
surgical precision
that is the back stage
behind-the-scenes
everyday work
of my body (oh, how I'd be lost without you)