by way of human condition

(In nature, light is nothing new. It's the human mind that takes it and makes it something special.)

There's this open space in my heart and I'm not sure what to do with it.

There's a wave in the air and it touches my finger tips, its radiance bounces off a light.

(I can't focus in class, my Science notebook has become my Book of Poetry- and Things and Things.)

I wish I lived my life in trees, beneath transparent leaves, and iridescent canopies.