Ode to the Corporeal Temple (Sonnet praying a month of rest for Libertango Dance Company) Though feet should fly and tread on insubstantial air And mortals vie with angels on celestial floor, The weary earthling must resort to rest, repair Tired limbs that Nature's nurses, Time and Sleep, restore. Lacking ambrosia to undo wear and tear, A method more conventional is brought to bear: Well-earned repose is healing remedy to spare The thousand natural shocks to which mere flesh is heir. [1] So must the natural being, looking heavenward, Acknowledge that he was at first of earth begot. Though quickened by life-giving Spirit afterward, Initially he could not flee his earthbound lot. [2] To err is human, and although it cause delay, Kindly forgive this muddy vesture of decay. [3] July 2001   [1]      See William Shakespeare, 'Hamlet', III.i.69-70 [2]      1 Corinthians 15:42-50 [3]      See William Shakespeare, 'The Merchant of Venice', V.i.71