Navel by David Lee Garrison
That circle of skin,
the yang and the yin,
sets each one of us apart,
a fleshy work of art
reminding us we are born
when a knife cuts a cord.
Belly button, birth scar,
umbilicus, mark
of mother’s attachment,
rounded remnant
of the conduit which delivers
nourishment, that river
of life. Bashful hero
hiding in a tiny hollow.