Sensation

I understand warmth, the way it fills up pink shells and minds
I understand water, fluidity outstretched in dancer's arms
I understand color, transformed blue hues folded in paintings
I understand fibers, woven and knitted, tied in satin bows
I understand earth, pleasantly padded under disgruntled toes
I understand space, easing and grieving with comforting stars
I understand life, found in the most minuscule form of a pip
All the rest is second best in the spokes of mankind's making

~Emily Loren Moss