we are not our bodies

On days like today,
when my eyesight is failing
and my bones ache more than usual 

I have to 
remember that 

I am not my body

it is simply just the 
Airbnb that I am renting

my Wyoming wind-whipped dry skin
and my graying hair are just 
the package I was 
vacuumed sealed inside of

my love, 

there is so much
more to us than our 
neurons and nerves 

we are timeless
tourists on a tour
straight into the mystical 

we are

pieces of cosmic energy
caught inside this temporary jar
of humming organs and flowing veins