I might have been a great physicist, had I been given a brain that didn’t commence automatic emergency shutdown procedures at the first sign of anything more complex than simple multiplication.
As it is, my fate has limited me to having an enormous respect for the work that physicists do, and a passionate fascination with their field of study. Hence, I do have a rudimentary understanding of physics in a rather instinctual way, even though I couldn’t explain the mathematical technicalities if my life depended on it.

It was a strange sensation when the plane dropped back down through the clouds and I found myself staring down at Chicago through a torrential rain. It was such a shock when only seconds before I had been staring so raptly at the realization of my childhood imaginings, and I realized that this must be what it felt like to come back from Narnia.

Beneath I breathe
Deeper I die
Delved I recede
Unearthed I obey

The earth! The earth!
Upturned, I am glad!
The depths! The depths!
Revealed, I glorify!

I yield to command
I surrender to spade
His is the healer's hand
His is this glade

captured
my heart securely caught
can barely breath
the lesson has been taught

My sisters in the garden;
her fine hair spreading wider, she
opens up her face to me

Shy little thing.

My brothers in the fields,
their bodies stretching higher,
reaching reaching touch the sun

So quick to claim the hour.

innocence and grace
the treasures of her faith
as a baby into a child
she is unsoiled, pure and mild

but then time passes and she grows
into someone who doesn't care to know
someone who gets lost in fads
only because it's what society says

she becomes the phone she holds
not because of force, she chose
just because the world pushed it
she has squeezed herself in to fit

innocence erase
the mask she holds to hide her face
take from her a life of sorrow

     “Well hello again Alicia.” She knelt down and smiled at her happily, and took both of her hands, not caring that the girls fingers were wet and sticky since they had been in her mouth. “Who’s a beautiful girl? Your hair looks so pretty today…with the little beads. Did your mommy do it this morning?”
     Alicia grinned and as you watched her you could think that she was nodding. She wouldn’t stop smiling.

Left, with bruised heart. Beating a steady weary beat, behind the cover of fear. Afraid to love. Afraid to be loved. Everything just seems...like betrayal. Everything ends, just as the heart begins to open; cautiously, quietly, and then it cringes, because it's gone.

Crucified today
my arms nailed back
stretched out to embrace
held back by your nails

My heart that beat to love
now bleeds my blood
nailed fast my feet
that tried to walk
the path of love and peace

The pain is an unending ocean
stretching before my weary,
dropping shoulders
pulling me away
while I'm nailed here to stay

Your slap in my face
still stings
because of memories
that remain;
the pain and shame
for you