We have five basic senses…which we use daily without thinking about them much

There’s seeing and hearing and tasting and don’t forget…smelling and touch.


Our senses are interconnected…into our life they’re totally infused…

but occasionally we’re asked..hypothetically

If we had to lose one…which one would we choose?


Of course we’d want to keep our sight!

Certainly sight in our top three

There is so much beauty surrounding us…so much beauty we want to see.


Of course we’d want to keep our hearing!

There are a host of sounds in the world that enthrall…

We’d have to keep our sense of hearing so we can listen to them all.


Of course we’d want to keep our sense of taste!

to quench our appetite and satisfy our thirst.

And what good would our sense of taste be

If we couldn’t smell what we’re eating or drinking first?


Which leaves the sense of touch…as down our list of senses we scroll

by the sheer process of elimination…touch is low man on that totem pole.


But this quarantine…this virus has shown us…as it’s filled us with anxiety and fear

That to touch is just as important …as to see, smell, taste and to hear.


Keeping or social distance has made us realize…this fifth sense…matters much!

That even with our other four senses working…we find we still miss that human touch.


We understand how holding hands, walking arm in arm, 

a kiss, a hug…a simple pat on one’s back or one’s knee

is just as important in our lives as the ability to hear, smell, taste, and to see.


So the next time I’m asked…hypothetically 

If I had to lose one sense…which one would I choose…

I’ll say: I’ve been blessed to have all five in my life

and there isn’t one that I’d choose to lose.

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Beautiful Imagery

Perceive the difference; bathe in it.

Its lustrous exuberance was made for this: presence in the present moment.

Experience the love of it, let eyes absorb the sight of it, from root colored hues of apples picked to the violets of the light spectrum;

follow the buds with greatest taste and melt in sweet - let sour contort your face;

lose conscious thought of an aroma such as roses, honey, the sweat of a lover, and ride a wave unlike any other;

describe to your mind the texture of time, the rigidity of its spine as it holds leaflets to bind;

finally, whisper softly any words you speak so the voices of the trees can pierce your ears with jewels from starlight dreams.

Yes, my friend, observe all differences.

For a difference is but a reflection of something I know you've felt within; it tugs at you and me too.

That special perception of you, outside of you.

That glorious objective of subjectivity, where divinity tutors that which is perceived as "we" into compassionately accepting our subtleties with grace and ease.

No need to please our divisive needs, since such desires promote greed born from intense selfish schemes.

We are of the same energy whether we agree to see identically or choose instead to accept diversity;

that is how you succeed as "humanity", and transcend from species into ideology.

So come along, won't you transcend with me?

I cannot alone, for the path needs three.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My poems are not written in traditional line breaks; I want the natural cadence of speech to serve its purpose.

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