Stars, Eggs, Hands

I adore extending my hand.

Watching the tendons press out against my skin and blue veins.

It makes me feel like a warrior.

A great shaking beast with the power to clench

and grasp and hook and tickle.

I pretend to palm expansive spheres

and press into their imaginary membranes.

And then, gently, I'll place the tips of my fingers

in the meaty creases

and marvel at the ticking, resonant, whoosh

of blood to the tactile, brutal and sensitive parts.

A reverence of body

rustles the spirit

like chilled hair follicles

and a white calm

blankets the surface of my waking.

I flux outward to the birthplace of

my bustling constituency

and for a wondrous break,

I forget to breathe,

instead taking in the reckless abandon

of wandering electrons.

Haiku of the Day:

Little victories

in organizing spreadsheets

energize the day

Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Redux" from MW's word of the day. It means brought back.)

Today's "365" Project (Make something out of an eyeshell. So I poked a tiny hole in one end and a slightly bigger one on the other and slowly blew out the thing's guts. And then using some nail polish made a pretty face!)
"REGGedy Andy"