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.
The touch of warm silk As baby small hands attempt to grasp Slippery sari’s that escape with gentle laughter.
Living through forced goodbyes as if this would Be the very last time, you felt seen. until you learn to say farewell the right way.
All this and more, so much more.
Suspended in fluid darkness is a pattern of loves. 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