I look, I listen.
The words I’ve written
tell me more than I’d ever wished to know.
Days grow longer…
thoughts dwell, expand, explode – implode…on overload.
I see air swirling in circles around my hand,
tiny particles of violet light
caress my canvased skin.
A humming in my brain
deep dark caverns of parts untouched.
In response, my temples pound pain
– shooting nerves never ending.
The veins in my eyes bulge and swell
I shed a tiny tear.
salty and sweet
to the taste of my tongue,
more real than any thought
I’ve ever touched.
- Mark Allan Kaplan
*Published in J. Campbell (Ed.) (1983).Our western world's greatest poems. Sacramento, California: World of Poetry Press.