Alas, my dear navel,
I knew thee well
when you were but a gentle swell
marking the center of my being.
I lost sight of you during human incubation.
Oh, but you always returned.
You returned and swirled and dipped in gentle folds
and danced, when I laughed.
This season, I see you only in my reflection,
as you solemnly stare one-eyed.
Will you return after the holidays
so I may gaze into your eye once again?
