We are told that the five, as a list, is
Simplistic. For in truth there are so
Balance, pain: these three perhaps are more
Intrinsic to us than even sight.
On the second night alone
In that hotel, where everything was cleanly
Copy-pasted and the room was clean and quiet
And the whiskey I smuggled in was yet unopened,
The queen-sized yawned around me, white as nothing.
Laundered linen was all I felt and saw and smelt
Or heard, or even tasted in the air,
Dry to the touch, inoffensive and uncompromising.
Thermosensitivity, balance, pain.
There are so many senses, still, and
I discovered then that distance
May well be the most potent of these.