These perceptions we have of things—
things seen at different angles
infinite distances
measured in a few feet
What is the scale going in?
What is the scale coming out?
As we move around,
objects become larger
or smaller depending
on our proximity to them
Yet we know that the object
is not changing in size
it is our perception
of the object which
is changing
So what size is an object really?
if it can be any size
put a skyscraper in your pocket
OK, just a little to the left
Luminosity reflected in fractions,
refracted into splinters
sparkling—
for your eyes only…
Aromas to one— exquisite
even enthralling;
to another, a repellant
life threatening attack
Taste changes as we grow
yet each of ours is unique
a delectable fruit to one
may be perceived as acidic
and unpalatably offensive
to a sister or brother
Flavors of music
either attract or repel
get us on our feet
ready to cut loose
or see us dancing
straight out the door
Knowing tactility
which evolves with us
in a unique way,
when compared
to our other senses
The “Tricks of the Trade,”
are actually waiting
in the process
of discovering
and achieving
the learning curve
then embellishing with
your own uniquely
ingenious techniques
for accomplishing tasks,
which we discover along the way
they then move from mundane
to enjoyable to efficient to artful
The ability to do something well
in twenty seconds, which took
twenty minutes the very first time out
Propreception—
the comprehension of where and how
our bodies are positioned in space
Our senses acutely affixed
to our individual frame, size
biological construct, along with
the adaptive intelligence
of our particular
ever-expanding lineage
Color from one human
to another is perhaps
a close approximation
yet when seen though the
multiple eyes of insects
into entirely different
wavelengths within
the spectrum of light
the world changes its
visual landscape entirely
The ability to sort sounds
on the fly and know variations
which become melodic harmonies
or signal attentive alertness
so we may react accordingly
It’s a big rough
and tumble world—
loud and boisterous
brash and clashing
Trees falling over
buildings going up
jackhammers cracking
concrete and tarmac
reaching the point of
sensory overload
of the hammer operator
Freight trains jerking
down down sweeping steel
rails, straining rusted axels
spewing black diesel plumes
Jumbo jets cutting cottony white
contrails through the gradated
cerulean sky
While Mrs. Brooktrout
calls her Calico kittens in
with the sound
of a tapping spoon
Mr. Fisk spritely whistles
for his jet black Labrador
as his dog turns on a dime
and is redirected back
to his master in an instant
in apt recognition of a
specific familiar pitch
We are all operating on
differing frequencies
attuned to the elements
according to our kind
How many worlds are
nested into this one?
One for every life form?
What of the most delicate
and nuanced perceptions
so subtle one might not
notice, except for being
framed in that particular
moment, when our acute
perceptions awaken us
to a scent or sound; or
a double reflection
we have walked by
a thousand times before
Then suddenly our vision
is expanded, enhanced
and we are charmed,
surprised or taken aback—
to a realization or memory
All these various wavelengths
being generated simultaneously
and we leave it to our senses
to sort it all out for us
How can there not be
a consistency of magic
at play within the weaving
of these multiple spectral waves?
If you are transmitting )))
I am perceiving (((
© May 14th, 2013 • D.L. Nelson & Ironworks Publishing
