Sense of Man

To see, to touch...to know.

Sometimes all I feel like doing is to
dream of coral reefs, determine the category
of roses, attune my ear to my Tabby's
evocative purr, pick blackberries at dawn
as fog shrouds white fences,
explore caves while crickets bicker,
lean on a rainbow,
float to earth like a whirling
summer seed,
join hands with Orion and
assist him with his bow,
breathe country-fresh vapors
from an English arboretum,
bend like a willow until delicate moss
moistens my hand, listen to echoes in
canyons, or apprehend the water's roaring
rush from childhood's ravine, taste that sweet
honeybee nectar, savor Jalapeno pepper
burning, burning, burning into the night.
Sometimes all I do...like feeling.