The Smooth White World (day fourteen)

Here is a poem for day fourteen of national poetry month in the USA. The poem was inspired by people’s experiences of synesthesia, the fusing of the senses. There are people who experience numbers as having color, for example. I had something similar as a child but it eventually went away. 

The Smooth White World 

I came upon a smooth white world–
the world of a single, effortless mind.

Blending all senses into one,
more vivid than real,
more intense than whole,

it was a looking glass world
of spoken cotton and understood light,  

a distillate of all the earth’s childhoods,
daphne-scented without trying for bees.

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