Hypatia. Poem by Samuel Katz

I admire your intelligence,
I really do.


All your philosophy, and thought.
all your names.
I love to discuss them with you,
I love to play those mental games.


Oh, how your ideas
blind my minds eye.
I want to hear more
I really do.


And did I mention,
you're the most beautiful person I know.
Sorry, for going off topic,
as far as your ideas go.


But I can't help but notice,
your tender eyes,
and waving hair.
They are real to me,
even with my minimal vocabulary skill.
And your gentle hands
that turn the pages
you read while you lie calmly
under the eclipsed sun.
I notice that too,
even though
I can't formulate the question
it's supposed to respond to.


I am juggling thoughts
or perhaps I'm rotating
minds.
Listening to Athena in your voice
and Aphrodite in your eyes.
Can I worship more than one Goddess? ,
Or maybe I can just do one sacrifice.
I wonder how many pantheons I can call my place,
As my thoughts and visions grow to proportions
I've yet to learn to embrace.

I like to stick to your ideas
and your intellectual feats.
Directing my attention
to your novel claims
and accomplished tasks.
I hear what you ask,
I have an answer,
but I can't say it.
Because my planned explosion
has just imploded
in the frontal cortex of my juggling brain.

If you would slow down
I would follow you
to your windowless room.
And I'll look out through the
crack in the ceiling I just made.


And I'll also read some of your books
I know you are mentioned in quite a few.
I'l try to concentrate on what they say,
if I manage
not to get distracted by you.