I love how you put the question, Jim! "What poem got inside you lately?" Ha!
Well, this one got inside me, and funny, because it's about being got inside.
Bone Scan
Thou hast searched me and known me. Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising.
— Psalm 139
In the twinkling of an eye,
in a moment, all is changed:
on a small radiant screen
(honeydew melon green)
are my scintillating bones.
Still in my flesh I see
the God who goes with me
glowing with radioactive
isotopes. This is what he
at last allows a mortal
eye to behold: the grand
supporting frame complete
(but for wisdom teeth),
the friend who lives beneath
appearances, alive
with light. Each glittering bone
assures me: you are known.
Gwen Harwood