sitting on the floor
of the silver hive
the little boy who dreams
with eyes wide
open, to know them
is to know
the secrets of the universe
to know them
is to know
a single molecule
brings form to the cosmos <<<>>>>
(the blinding light streams in)
>>>>///////////////////////—————————
where he goes,
none can follow
sitting on on the floor
of the silver hive
the little boy who dreams
eyes dancing, senses in overdrive
so still, so silent, so faraway
the ground beneath him sways
all around
musical atoms surround
the buzzing of the bees confound
with their hidden language,
beautiful and rich
all of a sudden a switch
occurs, ———————
up he scrambles and proceeds to ramble
he moves arm hand up and down / heaven bound
and starts to spin
with the bees, with the music
he loses it,
he finds it
spinning, hands clasped
he spins fast
so fast, to grasp (to learn/ to unlearn)
the music sounds, the bees buzz
round and round and round
he spins he spins
he grins, in a trance
I watch him dance,
with the wind,
with the music
with the bees
with eternity
eternally
eternal
the little boy who dreams
with eyes wide open
to know them
you can never know them
Kew Gardens, The Hive (inspired by a boy with downs syndrome who dances with eternity)
