Numb

A thousand miles away under a leaf green canopy in a cold dark whirlpool I lost my sense of touch. The water was ice running straight to my heart that no towel could melt. I could feel no immediate change (indeed, I could feel nothing) but gradually I began to sense that what was rough was not rough the sky was not blue what was mine was not mine what was love was not love One night I drove back to the place stripped myself naked and fell into the river that had carried my soul to the sea. I waited. A thousand lifetimes it seemed. Morning came, and with it the rain. I felt a drop on my face and took it in.