Feeling It

It rained earlier.
I went outside to put my feet in puddles.
Not to slosh about, just to stand in them.
I wanted to feel the earth on the soles of my feet and water between my toes.
I needed to feel grounded, and to escape my four walls.
Feeling earth and water brought on intense pleasure
and unleashed a swarm of butterflies vibrating everywhere.
I danced in the rain grinning until it was too much.

A full moon casting blue light on a quiet city street,
Playing with trees and blades of grass can reduce me
to a puddle of emotions and raw, unbearably sharp sensations.
The feeling in my chest is intense, like desire perhaps,
and I cannot endure it for long; I retreat to the safety of my mind.

I come undone when sensations wash over me,
creating emotions bigger than my heart.
Sometimes Beauty brings me to the choking point.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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2 Responses to Feeling It

  1. AnElephantCant agree with you more
    Puddles are among life’s greatest delights
    Like lying in snow
    Trunk and toes all aglow
    Or swimming in the ocean at night


  2. emmylgant says:

    Backstroke in moonlight
    What a delight!
    Angels in the snow
    I’m in the flow,
    Riding the joy. 🙂


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