Monday, May 13, 2013

The texture of things

As I get older
It is the texture
Of things that matters
The rub of wind
On my cheeks
The feel of a pencil
Between fingers
The tongue of bitter coffee
These once trivial
Facts I comprehend
While the politics
Of idealism
Theories of aspiration
Are inconsequential
As a recipe.

1 comment:

- IAN said...

I like this. Thank you!