By Anisha Mauze
There is something
these dendrites at the end of my fingertips
A past time
where I could pass time
doing what, I don’t really know.
Now I climb trees
hoping their antenna branches
can contact satellites,
because they know all the answers.
Why we feel in neurotransmitters
and the difference
between what makes people tick
and what makes them talk.
it feels like electricity in my veins.
It feels like my cells
It feels like there are more wonders in this world
then there are fingers to count them with.
My lungs have holes in them
for my breath to escape through
even though it is already taken
far too easily.
We are all miracles.
Carbon-base we may be,
but then again, so are diamonds.
We are all diamonds.
Sharp and clear
and if there’s one thing I know
it’s that satellites
Published on page 42 of the Spring 2012 issue of Leviathan.