Ridges

I am curious about the rise and fall of ridges. 

How deep, how high are their troughs and crests?

I wonder what you see.

I see bridges. Bridge between skin glass subject.

I see barriers but I don't see what you see.

I don't see the light like you do 

only what is lighted by it

and darkened 

because light creates shadow.

The shade is a barricade between points of view.

I don't feel, I see

that the hues are flat where there are no curves

But the light softens these surfaces.

You feel light. I see it in the way sunlight dances

Round the hairs on your skin. 

You are sculpted, 

carved like the canyon.

I wonder what rivers have eroded you

And what light enlightens those chasms.

Do you feel as I see it?

You are sliver lined.