Man Who Sees The Microscopic World Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

I remember when I truly didn't know
What made my child mind glow so
I started at four wasn't a pro although
I should have known by then not to show
My ability to see the way surfaces flow
Seeing worlds others can't see throws
Doubt about my safeness to fearfull lows
Scared mentalities flee into deap shadows

Deductive reasoning brains comprehend
Beginnings progressing flow to the end
Variable logic goes throug my visual head
Following exponential movement over and
Results spun out as thought lights bent
Turning the objective around on its end
Proving that everything follows the trend
Of the facts of the field guides append

Refraction Point reflecting plains split
Marble smoothed to a mat finish slips
While polished calcite grabbing sticks
A polished surface is smoother isen't it
It's rougher the scanning microscope quips
Tips of the hills of the valleys emit light bits
16 reflections for every entering hit
I saw the micro surface through logic twists