Small Shifting Pleasures

The body in bed by itself,
Not entirely comfortable,
Not able, not young, but well-rested,

Twitches to get comfortable,
More comfortable, time to time.
A lifting arm, a sliding foot,
A stretch, a wriggle, a long yawn.

With each move, there is a moment
When the skin or the shifting limb,
The arrangement of the bones goes
Through a sweet momentary bliss.

The body can give itself hours,
Moment by moment, shift by shift,
To explore and take note of this.