You seem more real than I do now
Sitting with your arm around my shoulders your presence is bright
Mine is shadowy like a spirit
Yet it’s you who is the spirit
But you’ve got your arm around me and you seem strong
You seem full of light and gold
I’m grey and instubstantial with grief as if my whole body is just tears
But I can feel your comfort; you sit beside me your arm around my shoulders
You’re happy I can tell but I can’t come with you
You’ve gone over to the other side
You’ve missed a general election and the end of the conservative government.
You’ve missed seeing all these women in the Cabinet
But you won’t mind missing Donald Trump.
Nobody would mind if peace came to the Middle East but it doesn’t seem possible.
When things start off wrong can they ever become right?
Still although you are a spirit it’s our bodies that seem important
With our bodies we can hold and comfort each other
We can dance we can run and jump
It’s the body that matters and all the obsessions with IQ
With fashion beauty brilliance and brains
The simple fact is the body and its wisdom
The wisdom of the body is greater than the wisdom of the mind
But we have to tune in
I suppose you’ll have to go now
And I feel weak without you. I won’t hear your voice.
At the same time it feels permanent as if you always have your arm around me
Even in heaven it’s the body that counts.
Maybe the body is heaven.
Take this and eat.
How my heart sings 