Wind Song

--Edwin Denby

When I walk in the street

Nothing touches my feet,

When I feel a wall

There is nothing at all,

When I look at a face

There is only space;

And what I press

Is emptiness.

When I listen to laughter

I hear silence after,

When I hear crying

It's emptiness dying,

When I grasp them with hands

They slip like sands;

And flesh there

Is less than air.