Small Poem Series: Body

I used to think my body
was mis-proportioned for my height:
trunk too long, legs too short.
But today, I look at my thigh
and it seems a good stretch
between
the hip and the knee.
The calf, too, seems of adequate length.
Maybe I was just supposed to be
a few inches
shorter.

Small Poem Series: Appalling

In preparation for a shower,
I peel the wrapper from a bar of soap
and toss it into the overflowing wastebasket,
which will wind up in the overflowing garbage can
outside the back door.
God! There is so much trash associated with how we live,
even when we try to live simply.
It's appalling.