I'm in love with the air
That vibrates and displaces
As I wind the throttle.
I'm in love with the zesty, moist crystals
That scour my face
On my favourite winter beach.
I'm in love with the incandescent canvas clouds
That display for me at day's end.
I'm in love with the receptors
That allow the distilled grain
To meander through my mind.
I'm in love with the electric sensation
That those songs deliver.
I'm in love with the lazy hour hand
On the days when all this comes together.
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-must-i-be-a-middleager-in-love/
