What I feel and don’t feel is
the density of my legs and feet
thick pairs of electric socks

Strange whirring of clocks
that tell the wrong time
or have permanently stopped
for all the wrong reasons

Electrical impulses erratically signaling
heat, cold, nothingness
unrelated to the world around me

Impaired nerves
isolated
out of synch
damming the currents of circuitry
I once took for granted

Is it strange I also feel
sinuous vines
snaking substances
tremulous hovering of
the sensual animal within

My body the cello
this other experience the bow
resonating cells I accepted
as dormant

Aching like a broken heart
to love fully and completely
awash as giver and receiver

In tune with the
humming, snapping, clicking, singing
dance of life
on the floor of the earth

I hadn’t dreamed
of walking barefoot on the grass in years

Red Hook, NY, circa 1996. Photo credit: Rebecca Cardozo