There were adaptations you needed
and ones you wanted
and others you never dreamed
you’d have to make

Out of your body you come
into a new space

to look back at
the form you’ve always known

You startle yourself 
How much you’ve changed

How is it possible
that you feel so new and brave
in spite of the growing volume
of the pestering voice insisting  
that all your changes
have not stopped time

You look at the proof of their insistence
on display in your body there below you
All that work and all your changes 
and there you are anyway

You choose the present

May as well settle back into
the physical and see
where this may go