Inside my gut there is life
bursting to the gills
striving to help me in ways I can’t begin to understand.
I’ve got a biome in my belly
that’s working to process all the things
I’ve things I’ve thrown at it
today alone.

I’d offer thanks,
but other than shouting to my middle,
I’m not sure how
and I’m not entirely sure for what.
Perhaps I’ll just pat myself
and hope for the best.