Sometimes, I want to write,
but don’t know where to start.
I can’t explain the crashing seas
in my lungs or the buzzing bees
in my chest; my heart implodes
touching everything I’ve laid eyes on.
It’s crazy, to spell it out,
Believing I can capture
Curiosity.
I want to explore the world-
to crawl along its surface,
to read every alphabet,
to taste every story.
The words are close-
on the tip of my tongue, as they say-
But, I don’t know where to start
to paint the face of the world I see.
How do I describe a child’s big eyes?
What lyric could capture sunlight?
I want to stop birds mid-flight,
to ask them about the view.
I want to stop birds mid-flight
and beg them, “Take me with you.”