Contemplation

I smear colors across
the backs of my eyes
and make memories
of bright things
like
sunset skies

I rub glow sticks on darkness
and draw the picture of sound
so I
don't forget
how
ear drums
pound

I paint love with the faces
then I sprinkle the sand
I form pictures
of places
with my five-fingered hand

and I wave my ligaments against
the bevy
of thoughts
and the plentiful colors
that my five digits cross