Touch life, in a Chilean desert,
Where the sand is fine, rusty,
Pink with a sash of burgundy.
Feel life in a frozen apex above
An island of Canary, mountain high
As the ice covers and caresses.
Stroke the electric vibrations that
Emanate in mirrors, hiding the
Motion of nightlife, stirring it forward.
Pluck the purple passion found in
Tender petals. Surrounding you
Covering you with soft touches of pleasure.
Caress the swollen clouds that dangle
Teasingly just beyond reach. In the heavens,
Promising the cool breezes to passersby.
Manipulate the boulders, stacked by size
Treating the balance of gravity as
If the history of the world is on your back.
Trail your hands around the Austrian pattern
Swirling in a monastery as though
It was a moving footprint of a snail’s shell.
Splash against a sandy beach, scrubbing
The ocean’s waves. Feel the surging
Power that pulls away from your hands.
Touch a savage pattern, alkaline and dry,
Feel the salary of traditions old
A page of understanding that caresses as we learn.