This Isn’t You

The body wakes bit by bit,
So it seems to the body.
Be careful how you put this.

You only live one body,
And it is not your body.
You may take these words and lift

Them carefully out of one
Awareness’s existence
To plate them like a dessert

In another awareness—
First the unique fingertips,
Then the stiff ends of the limbs

Linked to the gooey torso.
Someone else is waking up
To the disjunction of this,

Remembering waking up,
A body that is not this
But shares its embodiedness.

That’s the essential weirdness.
Somewhere, you woke up to this
And are this who are not this.