The Body Inside

Therese, steeping tea, teases
Sequoia, who is cooing
In her stroller, practicing
Protolanguage prosody,
"Isn't it something, being
In a body? Isn't it?"
Sequoia laughs and stretches.

Or the reverse, it occurs
To me, could be true, if you
Construe yourself, less as more,
An empty vessel, and your
Body, your world, not as spheres
That your whole soul inhabits,
But things ringing within you.