Hail

The body under assault
Is not the same as the self
Under assault, exactly,

But the self feels caught in it,
Is caught in it, and fears it.
It’s like being in a field

In the middle of a storm
And fearing a tornado.
The self could appreciate

The drama, and awareness
Could thrill to observing it,
From a safer position,

But when the storm grows this fierce,
Bravery’s quickly dispersed.