I am alone
in observation,
a splendid
ascension
of sensations;
Textures,
tense fingers
find
tactile pleasures
smooth and cool
to rough and hot
from heated concrete
beneath my feet
to moist stems
and slippery grass
that barely allows
any traction at all.
A titan’s perception
my poetic obsession
with twirling words
in a myriad of ways;
Of tasting salty meats,
or soft sugary sweet treats,
of the quick dissolving
cotton candy
that clumps
then disintegrates
on the tip of my tongue,
or the blossoming pain
of a cracked tooth
and exposed nerve.
The blacktop
cracks,
and I observe
earth.
Till, my eyes
ascend to heaven’s height
and I perceive the slight
blinking lights
championed by
a bright beautiful moon.