Curious Situation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Snapping neurons and synapses with intellect, wanting
to see what will happen, hoping to see some sparks or
embers, perhaps fireworks being created and exploding.

Watching tiny glimmers of what's left, fluttering to
the ground as I watch in silence, reaching out, cap-
turing some in my hands.

Realizing they're not hot, but ice cold, a curious
situation that defies explanation, while reading the
emotions coming to the surface.

Wanting to know what they have to do with this very
impossible circumstance, not finding any answers,
deciding to delve deeper into what I've seen already.