Senses

Senses

I see you fern leaf, the decorative tenderness that reaches out for air, sun, water.
I see you mountain, unmovable, tall, proud, alone.
I see you river, with a plastic cup floating past along your path.
I see you sunlight, ever changing, from the greater to the lesser over and over.

I taste you ice cream, rich, sweet and sticky in my mouth.
I taste you bitter coffee so hot it burns my mouth.
I taste you dirt as you are lifted out of the ground.
I taste you fig preserve in a butter filled biscuit.

I hear you wind as you fly around and past me.
I hear you thunder when you shake the ground.
I hear you child as you giggle with you friends.
I hear you music, stretching me in an intimate personal way.

I touch your bark, dry and rough, protecting a vulnerable trunk.
I touch you keyboard as I lean into meaning.
I touch you dog, as you jump up in my lap.
I touch you baby skin, soft and new & inexperienced with air.

I feel you loneliness, in the ache that can break me.
I feel you fear as you try to paralyze hope.
I feel you grief as you remind me of lost love
I feel you Spirit, breathing into my soul.

9 May 2020 #poetry