Nuance,
You were there,
In the sulci hammocks of my autistic mind
Lying on your side
anthill bump
Pouring out cellular structures that do not dare to be seen by eyes unmyopic
And a soul too big-picture to be surmised,
I spider tickled my fingers across the planet of your tummy
Dug hard felt my skin grow craters,
Felt my mind find color,
Felt my soul so accustomed to the push-pull
The black-white
Feel the flood of human emotion
Let the waves consume me.
I learned metaphysics in a week back then
Became the most venerated of scholars in the big things
Energy,
Love,
What pulls when we want to push
Why we don't fall off the edge of this ball
Caught in the arms of stars,
I emerged having learned nothing at all.
Dandelions ground to a pulp stained my knuckles
I cried through thick reading lenses plastered to my face
Because all I could see in the face of that immensity
Were those little specks of dust
All I could hope for was roots
And that one simple answer that would make me complete.
