In front of the back, I am moved. 
By this immense complexity,
By this beauty that has no name,
By these muscles, prominent & powerful. 
Under the skin, I feel the tension, the joints moving.
This back, which feels the pressure, the pain, the sadness and the loneliness
But which certainly lives fully, day after day, without flinching.
This back, which carries us through time and space.
I can't see it,
I can't admire it.
Yet it is there, upright and proud as a soldier.