It’s the way water turns from cold to hot It’s what curiosity ignites in my mind It’s when I move my hand to you It’s how I stir cake batter before pouring it into pans It’s why I know how to sit with you in grief It’s the way it feels when I manage to get mail delivered without the dogs barking It’s what finger-painting feels like It’s when we connect over shared experiences It’s how I know to make rice It’s why I run toward the things that make me afraid It is the way I know to ping the universe It is what I think fireworks must really be It is when I know I want to be your friend It is how I find my way in unfamiliar landscapes It is why I keep getting up and never stay where I’m left Pink moves to purple like lightning touching clouds and never knowing land.