Skin POEM

SKIN

My skin is what keeps out the world
And keeps me in.
We are two bags,
The world and me,
Wrapped mutually
In my skin.
It bends towards me
For me.
Away from it
For it.
Yet, things penetrate.
Light comes through my eyes.
Food, water, leaks into me
From outside.

Sound does not come in,
But it shakes me
Where I’m thin,
And the shake comes in.
In good sense I know
It and I and my skin
Are one thing.
Somehow I feel separate
For now.
Before
We were one thing
And we’ll be again.