You think me mad but licking a leaf is the least of it.
I could tell you about the smell of a hummingbird’s wing.
I could describe the sound of a rock as it cracks in its growing.
I have witnessed the drip and streak of stars as they melt across the deep dark.
I know the feel of water as it shudders into ice.
I’ve heard the heartbeat of a caterpillar and listened to the soft cry and song of a dandelion as it goes from thick and yellow to whitened wisp.
The pulse of pebbles on my palm…
So, yeah: I’ve licked, I’ve tasted a leaf.
Like all things within reach of the tongue, the hand and the heart, I can tell you that it is bitter, and it is sweet.