Like awe of earthly things, science explains you,
even though I'm sure it wasn't so easy to figure.
After all, how did they go and hold you down?
Just how did they get their hands around you
without breaking your wings melting away?
But even if they connected all dots,
filled in awe question marks and blind spots,
that won't demarcate you that much.
Saturday, January 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: individuality,snow