Picking It Up Poem by Lonnie Hicks

I feel along the edges
some rough
some smooth;

something is alive there
I can hear a heartbeat.

It is warm in some spots,
in others cool;

I can hear muffled talking
but I can not understand
what is being said.

I touch it once again
and bring it closer to my ear
because I am blind
and need to feel
what I cannot see.

It has a texture which is un-even,
a certain undefinability-
even mystery.

I lay it on the table once again
move away
still trying
to comprehend
this
which is

My Life.