I am curious about the rise and fall of ridges.
How deep, how high are their troughs and crests?
I wonder what you see.
I see bridges. Bridge between skin glass subject.
I see barriers but I don't see what you see.
I don't see the light like you do
only what is lighted by it
and darkened
because light creates shadow.
The shade is a barricade between points of view.
I don't feel, I see
that the hues are flat where there are no curves
But the light softens these surfaces.
You feel light. I see it in the way sunlight dances
Round the hairs on your skin.
You are sculpted,
carved like the canyon.
I wonder what rivers have eroded you
And what light enlightens those chasms.
Do you feel as I see it?
You are sliver lined.