I've been given a new set of senses
whether I use them or not is up to me

a willow tree's skirt sways in the breeze
beyond where I sit, toes brushing in a green carpet

could this be the longing we've all been
slowly dying over?

to see all that we have

this abundant world
a kingdom in our backyard
royalty behind each face

possibilities of pure magic in dull tired traces
of endless tilling and toiling
planting with no show of growth

could this be the sign we've all been

constructing from the gutted homes to see?

a chaotic cacophony of sound
and color bleeds together
where light and shadows meet

aging paths etched from the corner of eyes
blazing with glory and grace

could this be the daunting desire
that overcomes and suffocates?

until you realize new lungs have been implanted
flowering out songs from each breath

a dazzling finish to seventy years lived
with ten senses