Daughter of a rocket scientist
son of a nuclear engineer
and they begat a son
a boy
too starry-eyed to question the stars—
the way they hang in space, the fusion
that keeps them burning brightly,
or how to launch an object past them—
more concerned with the constellations
of perfect freckles found on his beloved's shoulders
a boy
too enthralled with Existence
and describing it in artful words
to contemplate its composition
or to ponder Existence's place
on Other Worlds
a boy
enraptured with the Changing of the Seasons—
photosynthesis and
chloroplasts and
planetary tilt?
Irrelevant
a boy
who'd rather write of Love
than consider its chemical makeup
or wonder how or why it is
who'd prefer to write of leaves
dancing spirals in the breeze
than aerodynamics and
air resistance and
gravitational pull
a boy
who sometimes stops
and only ponders Science
concerning his Genetics
and wonders where it all was lost.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Daughter of a rocket scientist
son of a nuclear engineer
and they begat a son
a boy
too starry-eyed to question the stars—
the way they hang in space, the fusion
that keeps them burning brightly,
or how to launch an object past them—
more concerned with the constellations
of perfect freckles found on his beloved's shoulders
a boy
too enthralled with Existence
and describing it in artful words
to contemplate its composition
or to ponder Existence's place
on Other Worlds
a boy
enraptured with the Changing of the Seasons—
photosynthesis and
chloroplasts and
planetary tilt?
Irrelevant
a boy
who'd rather write of Love
than consider its chemical makeup
or wonder how or why it is
who'd prefer to write of leaves
dancing spirals in the breeze
than aerodynamics and
air resistance and
gravitational pull
a boy
who sometimes stops
and only ponders Science
concerning his Genetics
and wonders where it all was lost.
I often joke about my inability in math and science and with regards to my brilliant grandfathers... And I do wonder to where the brains went. No matter. Maybe it's a recessive or silent gene and maybe I'll have genius kids. Fingers crossed hopefully
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