May 12th

Some see
the body as sin,
imperfect flesh
wrapped around
spirit.

They make war against it
with diet and drugs
until it begins
to fight back.

Yet I contest
is is merely clay
held within
a child’s hands.

It only becomes
what the sculptor
sees in it.

As a child I would not shout out,
“Oh my God!
that lump of clay is ugly!
It is sin!
Get it away!”

I would kneed it lovingly
into whatever
my imagination
could
conspire.

AISI bottom pic