I CALL THIS 'DIPPING HANDS IN WATER TO FEEL THE WORLD MOVE' by Martin Willitts Jr.

I’m sure there is more to life than curiosity.
The yellow line of morning changes
the architecture of each day
into a bridge of sighs.

The rejoicing birds
confirm there is always more if I look
with certainty from the drawing-us-in day.

The world is watery and elusive when touched —
what remains can be emptiness or filling.

I like to hold objects,
feel their textures like braille — like dirt
after a dry spell sifts and fragments.

I call this “touch starved.”
I call this “building the bulk of senses.”
I call this “a bridge where we can meet
in the middle to talk in a common language.”

Meanwhile, my hands busy themselves
in a “making-songs” day, touching the elusive
blue aura around a person’s head.


Photo by Shota MIMA, used and adapted under CC.