What’s so good about science? I asked.
Atomic lego, you said. You said it sheepishly not quite meeting my eye.
It’s like building the universe with bricks, you said.
And you talked, of benzine rings and elements,
Carbons and hydrocarbons, oxygens and nitrogens.
And the words tumbled out from your mouth
As your hands scooped them up and moulded them into
Something a poet might grasp.
Have you paper? Yes? It’s like this…
And out they came. Diagrams spreading across the page like spider webs.
And you talked of ratios and rules. Of complex formulae.
Your eyes, bright, held mine.
It’s just like Lego, you said. Only the right pieces fit together.
A bit like you and I. You said.