All of Everything

Today

When I play

I won't just hear the keys

As they rap against strings

I'll feel the missing ivories

Of B and Treble D

I'll sense the tremble of the sound

On the palms of my hand

Sneeze from the dust of the

Old instrument

And smell its wood oil

Its decay

Today

When I walk outside

I won't just see the blue sky

Or hear the sound of cars on the highway

I'll feel the wind in my ears

The drip of sweat down my neck

My back

Smell the dew, the perspiration

The green of grass and

Bloom of summer flowers

Taste the lip gloss

The warm water bottle

And hear my own breathing.

Today

I won't just see the words

The black letters on a white screen

The rows, paragraphs, sentences

In stark ugliness and form

I'll feel the journey

Sense the movement through time and space

Kiss each character

With pain, harm, evil, good

And mold him into something

More real than he is now

I'll grow the trees

Get drenched with rain

Wade through streams

And hide, seek, run, dream.

Life isn't limited

Isn't only one element

Isn't one sense, one emotion

It isn't television

It's everything.