What is red, even?
The room is uneven
The wind moves it
They’re dancing in the sky
I can’t join them
but I can cheer them on
inside here
I want to touch things
and feel them
inside here
Do you see?
The gravel on the side of the highway
flecked with rust and spit
You could squat down
by the road
and watch the parade
and feel all alone in the desert
You’re on display
like a groundhog at a zoo
The passing of a truck
sends a dust devil spinning
through the crater of a dried up puddle
Light gleams on windows
like flashbulbs
The dust gets under your sandals
Little stones
stick beneath your toes
Lick dry lips
and blink dry eyes
I can’t touch
but
I can feel
inside here
I can recreate the scene
change it, explore it
in here
because of going
out there
Each footstep
draws a sketch
Each breath
collects a sample
of what it is to be and feel
Put them in a doggie bag
Save them for later
Now close doors
and eyes
Touch
Feel
Be
inside here
