The Portable Part of Your World

Aches and pleasures move with you.
They aren’t wheels. There’s no parking
Garage where you can leave them.

In fact, you’ve got it backwards,
Thinking you take them with you.
Your body takes you with them.

It doesn’t own you or them,
But it carries all along,
And you for sure don’t own it.

Still, you call it yours. How you.
It is sort of portable.
Part of what it ports is you.