We discover physics like we write poetry –
marveling at a mystery we already know
but need the language to explain.
There are so many days I struggle
with words— with focus.
My mind holds awe
like a wasp in a butterfly net.
I fall back on cliches.
I say I feel blessed to be his mother,
even though his hand is on my cheek.
Carried for nine months,
held while crying, while both crying,
and now a choice, a hand, he is trying to tell me—
a new feeling, like a spring robin in the pine trees.
Our capacity for love is always growing
and so I wonder if that is why the universe expands –
it is filling with the awe we feel for it.
--Leslie J. Anderson
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