after Francine J. Harris
is there a wetland inside me
            an ecosystem all its ownÂ
                        so many species of chlorophyll-filledÂ
                                     flora and doe-like faunaÂ
                        living symbiotically withinÂ
            some recess of my bodyÂ
who is to say I am not Mother EarthÂ
            home to lizard and the toadÂ
                       home to slick-black catfishÂ
            that swim and wriggle upon the landÂ
who’s to say my big, brown
            body is not the whole world
                     with its hemispheres, equator
                                  its longitude and latitude
                     its mighty meridian
who is to say no wild dogs roam in meÂ
           who is to say I am not part wolfÂ
                    or I am not the valleys uponÂ
                                 which the hunched-back buffalo now grazeÂ
                    as its numbers grow