to feel keenly

I can feel raw

oftentimes I feel raw,

as if I am open to the power

that is a moment:

a mountain, an ocean, 

a single solitary flower,

a single solitary doubt,

and I feel scared, inadequate,

too light in buffeting winds,

other times I feel dull,

as if asleep, as if blithely accepting,

moments become common that should be sacred,

I want to feel keenly,

I want to not hurt too much,

and there’s the rub. 

by Henry H. Walker

February 22, ’16