Exothermic Reaction

By Nancy Polo

An all consuming, hot blush that fills you from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes starts at the heart. Or does it? A feather touch that ignites such explosions builds from the history of touches. They crest continuously like waves written on the ocean over millennia. It carves experience felt across lived and historic time in seconds. I could be feeling the finger tips with which Mark Antony urged Cleopatra. Energy is neither created nor destroyed, but it does gather in the most unlikely spaces. The power of seeds should not be doubted when looking up at trees. To think about it makes me shudder and bloom with delight.