So in an attempt to find inspiration, I asked my Facebook friends to provide me with a prompt from which to be inspired. I promised I would create a post around each idea I received some time between January and February. So here is the single post based on the only prompt I received—from my mother. The prompt: chemistry.
This isn’t Chemistry
If you’re under the impression
that there were sparks,
fireworks,
a chemical reaction
then you, sir, are mistaken,
your sense briefly taken
to places unknown.
What this was:
a momentary lapse in judgment
your judgment,
my normalcy…
smiles, kindness, the occasional,
“that’s awesome”
sans subtext
that awesome could be the enzyme
to speed up the reaction
of our love.
This isn’t chemistry.
And no, there exists no desire
to study anatomy,
biology,
to experiment
dermis to dermis,
to hypothesize how our kids might look,
your chin,
my everything else.
Oh, boy, this is above
and beyond
what was intended,
the reach of your imagination extended
from solid to liquid to gas
getting into the atomic mass
of every word I say,
to reach a nucleus
of something not quite there.
I know deep down you have to be aware
of the lack of a single bond,
of substance,
of chemical composition;
that chemistry
was never your best subject.