Francesca Beard
Power of the Other
This mind snarls and crawls.
Like traffic, like a pregnant cat.
I am in love with the scientists.
They use simple sentence structures.
The sun is a star.
Fear is an instinct.
The heart is an organ.
Subject.
Verb.
Object.
Each word is a molecule,
The link in a chain,
A single step upon a winding mountain path.
At the close, you look round,
See a shimmering landscape.
Brave new world,
Smiling shyly back.
The scientists are neither charmed nor terrorised.
They are radiant with patience.
They walk calmly,
Through the wood,
Through the trees.