sometimes
my body is a wick
drawing up molten fuel
by capillary action
it evaporates through my skin
into fire
rising around me

sometimes
my body is a spring
cool water welling up in my heart
refreshing
a cold drink on a hot dry day\

sometimes
my body is a water plant
floating beneath the surface
warm sunlit water around me
teeming with life

sometimes
my body is a stone
wrapped in cloth and string
dropped into a pond
resting on the bottom
under the silvered sky