Peacemaking

My stomach’s not hungry,
but my tongue wants to eat.
My eyes want to travel,
but not so my feet.
My body is tired,
but my mind’s wide awake.
My two legs are quarreling,
don’t know which side to take.
I want to be alone,
but I could sure use a friend.
My itch wants some scratching,
but my elbows won’t bend.
My heart craves some music.
My ears want it quiet.
Those ears hear a scrub jay,
but my eyes cannot spy it.
I think we could agree
that this sunset’s resplendent,
if only my parts weren’t
so damn independent.
And so I’ll just sit,
‘till my pieces agree.
To cast off their differences,
and for a short while, just be.