electric dreams

A small poem I wrote during NaPoWriMo.

Flashing signals of electric pulses create :
Seed of mothers cooking,
Taste of birdsong and half remembered sights.
Smell of late-night bedtime stories.

Evergrowing roots search for connection, 
for coherence in the chaos of signals.
Lights turn on. The world appears.
Lights turn off. The world blurs into reverie.

Meanwhile, chemical signals transmute into electrons 
and back, and forth and back.
Almost touching branching arms,
Reminding confused atoms how to kiss.

Suspended in fluid darkness is a pattern of loves crackling,
crackling with electric symphonies.
In gardens of interlinked dendritic hands,
you dream of soft summer nights

Drawing of a Purkinje cell by Santiago Ramón y Cajal. Calling neurons “the mysterious butterflies of the soul…whose beating of wings may one day reveal to us the secrets of the mind