like a mad professor with Einstein hair

he came running across a grassy field

with a grand hugging gesture

we smiled like long lost friends

over the years he has been a teacher

often in lecture halls and small classrooms

like flashes of insight my memory processes

our epic encounters that have lasted throughout

my lifetime

of course, he only exists in my dreamland

what he teaches is not of logic nor typical

of my earthbound education experienced

excited to know my progress

he squeals with childlike excitement

“can you see it’, “can you see the colors”?

he asks, as if there’s a clue what he is confirming

“there, there” in your hands and quickly

positions my hands palms upward and

spread apart, and in that instant clear as light

was the most fantastic spectacle of neon blue

arcing between both my palms like current

were 5 strands above and 5 strands below

easily played into wave forms as wrists flexed

and pulsed this colored energy back and forth

a grin crossed my lips delighted in this

newly discovered presence and quickly noticed

the entire scene evaporating before

the chance to further inquire this lesson

and you know…all day,  been trying to

recreate seeing that energy….