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