In touch

This is a poem about autumn and things
and I want it to be pretty easy to read
so that maybe you’ll see what I’m trying to say
about beauty and bunches of sheep and stuff.
If you feel what I feel when I look at the trees
when you look at the trees and the autumny things
and it makes you feel funny and glad and then sad
then you’ll know what I mean about dirty old leaves
and the things that we see in October.

This is the time of the year when it rains,
when the mornings are darker, insipid and flat,
the streets are all shiny, you’re hands are so cold
and everything’s orange and fuzzy and wet.
The guttters are bunged up with slushy old leaves
and your scarf feels damp on the back of your neck.
This is the time of the year when I think
that it’s odd to think thoughts that are funny and sad
but I do and I’m glad that I do.

This feeling I’m trying to tell you about
is a feeling that creeps up and makes you feel felt.
It’s a tingling, mingling, somethinging feeling,
a feeling that’s certainly worth having felt.
It’s a one-ness, a two-ness, a part of the thingness,
an inscape, an outscape, the power to escape,
a flight of the spirit, your soul and you’re whole.
The body behind you, the clarity thrills,
you can see, you can feel,
you’re in touch.

In touch

Mark E. Coward

Chorley, United Kingdom

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