I
The Happy New Year blast came and went.
Two months in, a second moon is almost full.
What have I done for this body
That hosts my soul? 
What have I done that returns me home to myself,
And to all of creation?

The Earth made its orbit
Full body and soul swinging 
Around a fearsome indifferent loving star whose
Body lives as it dies each moment
Blasting solar flares in wind, light, and heat.

II

February marks one year,
Since a soul embodied in an eagle owl,
Held in human captivity since birth in a zoo somewhere,
Remembered its imperative to live,
In praise of the its feathered body,
Free and fully-winged.

What have I done with and for this human body
That hosts my soul?
What will I do for this flesh that 
Weeps, laughs, rages, and loves,
Before another Happy New Year blast returns? 

What have I done with this body
For those children who die in terror in a war?