Do I need this fragile shell?
My body reigns my knowing,
It gives me pain and sometimes fails,
With grief and doubt revealing,
I gaze in the mirror and see someone,
Never knowing if it’s me,
Am I who I think I am?
Or, who I always see,
Release me from this grasping flesh,
It keeps me from being free,
To see the world through lucid glass,
And beauty surrounding me,
It makes me want what I do not need,
Is it really part of me?
Without a vessel, my thoughts roam free,
My spirit soars heavenly,
Unrestricted, I could see,
If only it would abandon me.
Joe Sargent
Durango
