Nerves of steel wrap
themselves around
explosive emotions.
When barely controlled
hilarity, red-eyed anger
or deep grief
threaten to toss reason
to the wind, these nerves
of steel, forged in
an instant, disappear
as quickly when threat
of explosion is gone.
“After great pain, a formal feeling comes.
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.”
~ Emily Dickinson
Outsized ideas are full
of words and images,
tangled together,
a myriad of balloons
released into the morning air.
To pick one thread, one string;
to catch the most important one
can seem, at first, impossible.
Not to the scientists who see
the possibilities.
They each take hold of
any string and begin.
“Touch a scientist and you touch a child.”
~ Ray Bradbury
Suspicion pushes reason aside like any argument.
Nothing makes sense but
for the little sliver that does.
It’s grasping that tiny sliver;
to hang on is the tough part.
That little sliver is the love of a real life
and can push suspicion gently aside.
“Suspicion is a heavy armour and with its weight
it impedes more than it protects.”
~ Robert Burns
