Too Much to Sense

One step,

The creak of the door as I step outside.

Another step,

The crunch of the gravel under my sole,

The whistle of a bird talking to his friend.

Another step,

The pattern of a duck’s tracks,

The sting of the light from the sun in my eye,

The smell of the fresh cut grass.

Another step,

The ringing sound of church bells as they take a while to fade out,

The salty taste of my sweat as it drips down my face,

The soft feeling of a dog’s fur as I reach down to pet it,

The sound of a zipper as I take off my sweater.

-Senses are so beautiful.

Step back,

Sound of a zipper,

Feeling of a dog’s fur,

Taste of sweat,

Sound of church bells.

Another step back,

Smell of grass,

Feeling of light,

Sight of tracks.

Another step back,

Sound of a bird,

Sound of gravel.

Another step back,

Sound of the door.

-Senses are so overwhelming.