Dave Bonta's short poem sets the body against language and sides with the body. The opening lines claim that the "honest body" knows more than any word can say. The speaker then describes it as a presence that answers only with "the world": it doesn't argue or explain, it simply responds by being part of its surroundings.
The third stanza says the body is "no novice to concurrence," meaning it is practiced at agreeing and fitting in with the world around it, and that this brings "great content," which can be read as both contentment and substance. The last lines turn personal. The speaker is "glad" to feel this way, "having done all my lying." That suggests a past of saying things that weren't true, or of living by words rather than by feeling. The mood is calm, quietly relieved, and a little humbled. It reads like someone who has stopped talking and started to settle into being alive.