Anatomy

Anatomy is a strange thing;
how all I fit within my skin,
I do not know and cannot tell.
Each organ with its own supply,
of nerves and blood...
each organ with its own personal waste removal system.
Like little people working as a team,
to keep a bigger person running.
Come spleen, come sigmoid colon,
come interventricular branch of the left coronary artery.
Each bit placed expertly,
but with seemingly so little logic, or method.
Like a child with half a puzzle
I sit here endlessly trying to make a full picture...
but left only to stare hopelessly,
as the pieces lie unmatched on the floor of my...
occipital cortex (.... brain.)