Feel Things

I want to feel things 

Lean against a brick wall 

Sense its sharp edges 

Rough textures and all 

I want to visit 

A far-away beach 

Drop to my knees 

Thrust my hands 

In the sand 

Then pull them out 

Again 

Let the fine grains 

Slip through my fingers 

Distinguishing them 

From the oddly shaped chunks 

Of shell 

Ground and worn 

And blended in 

By the relentless waves 

Of the sea 

I want to feel 

The wind in my hair

The harsh sting of winter 

The insistent cold air 

Accosting my face 

And my reddening ears 

Stressing my eyes 

Till they make 

Salty tears 

I want to catch snowflakes 

On my warm, outstretched tongue 

For no other reason 

Than to have some good fun 

And feel something new 

Something different somehow 

From what I feel now 

I need to change things 

Around 

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