Friday, May 24, 2013

Real Feel

Bracing contrast of crisp
morning makes things 
more immediate—

first the trees—
green in empty
light—the sky
air-clear and
as unobstructed wind—
then the smell—lilac
colored bushes reeking cleanly
of pure lilac—
then myself—seeming
to nose
and notice each 
with ripe proximity—exhilarating
pangs of deep
hunger—not in my
stomach but deeper
down—deeply all over
deep and crying
out sharp and
hot from each
quivering ligament—