My body is a temple

Bartholomew Barker’s self-portrait ( reminded me of my old poem.


My body is a roadside
temple on a gravel thoroughfare
off a desert bypass dedicated
to a long-forgotten saint,
mostly steeple, ancient bells
ringing gently in the wind
above a little windowless
sanctuary full of sand.
My chapel is inhabited
by migrating birds
and tumbleweeds.
People seldom visit,
and mainly for its views,
open horizon on every side,
unearthly rock formations,
blazing sunsets and starry,
moonlit nights. Solitary
but never lonely, my body
is a sanctuary, not neglected,
merely utilitarian; the roof
is still good, foundation strong.

This poem is not about me.
At least, I don’t think so.
It was inspired by prompts from dVerse and the Poem a Day challenge.
The photo shows the chapel at Degrazia’s Gallery in the Sun in Tucson AZ.

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