Friday, February 26, 2016

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

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