Curiosity, indefinable like the mysteries
of the outer rims of galaxies millions of
light-years away. But attainable by
desire and mischief, like a naïve toddler
exploring the sharp stainless steel kitchen utensils
with her mouth.
It runs and leaps as a white-tailed deer
in a bright open field. Unbound by the rigid
walls of reason and logic.
Flowing over these walls
like runny chocolate chip ice-cream
on a scorching summer day,
down the soggy wafer cone, falling as
if dropped from that galaxy,
millions of light-years away.