Real Feel

Bracing contrast of crisp
morning makes things 

more immediate—

first the trees—
forest-
green in empty
light—the sky

air-clear and
cool
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—