My Body Is . . .

like an eagle perched on a boulder
above Granite Valley,
my body is part of all this.
Parts of me sit in Rocky Canyon.
Part of me rests under a tree
beside Ysabel Creek. Parts of me
are on board a boat sailing to Grandma's.
Part of me is in the stucco of her house.
Part of me is the ocean water I drink
after eating lots of pepper. Parts
of me have been ground into wheat for food.
Parts of me perch in an orange tree
after flying away from a Springer Spaniel.
Part of me stops to smell dandelions
and bougainvillea, even if
there is nothing to smell, and
parts of me doze off
to meet with my talking tree.

Rory Lupeton
Grade 6, San Pasqual Union