Body and Soul

At the Spa in Canyon Ranch in Massachusetts
By Tatiana Pahlen

My spirit cheers with the autumnal breeze,
Ephemeral time of the year,
While endless rains cleanse grease off streets,
Adventure charges the air.
Persisting horns hiss in my ears
To flee on a country trip
With restrictions, no wine or beer,
Solely for the balmy treats.
My body and spirit each other bite
Clearly not at peace,
Both avow to cease the fight
Or being placid at least.
If my soul longs to read – my body sleeps.
My frame must stretch – soul is dreaming,
Cunning spirit learned to be stiff
When my body seeks an enhancement.
I expect new exploits at the Spa
A spacious wholesome nest:
While my brash body hangs a tongue,
A fatigued soul catches its breath.

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