Five emotions

Light is far, too bright,
fumbles for the dimmer switch,
but arms are leaden heavy.
Clock warbles the tick, tock
to way past can’t be bothered

*

Blur is the doubtful vision,
many grains of “something”
just can’t be grasped fully.
You think you know it,
but the meaning is elusive.

*

Some incredible lost sight
like Helen of Troy in her hour.
Two thousand battleships launched
or the silent mouth of the sphinx
gestures for the very first time.

*

Tickles from grin to throat,
creases around closed eyes
that “trip” from the sound.
Hands offer assistance, waved off
as knees steady up again.

*

4am semblence of a desert,
dessert covers become a dune;
veiled view of coconut shed palms.
Sleep stumbles down sand stairs
to reclaim an electric oasis.