I close my eyes and a shadow is casted from my lids,
Light bouncing, dancing, reflecting likes shards of glass, pieces, and bits.
I see a kaleidoscope, shining as the sun sets on a lake in sweet summer.
Shimmering like plasma, moving without direction,
Like light powder kicked up in a winter storm.
My ears ring a familiar tune,
Drums beating in my chest,
Thud-tum, thud-tum, thud-tum.
A rhythmic beat, hypnotizing, calm, and steady.
My inner metronome, my ticker, my heart.
I touch my fingers to my lips,
Savory salt lingers on my tongue’s tip.
Seasoning sings a sweet hymn,
Whirling in complexity, that shouldn’t be taken in vain.
I yearn for flavor, to taste, and relish in tang.
Musk fills my nose from dusty cushions and unkept tidiness,
Scraps crumbling, scattering on upswept hardwood.
A tattered home brings back memories, both new and old.
Living, breathing, a lifetime,
Saturated in the fabrics of these comfortable quarters.
My skin tingles, projects, responds to the earth.
I solemnly slump, deep in my chair,
Engulfed by tangibility, a physical presence.
I have the power to touch the world,
If only I could reach out and grasp it.