I remember the first time
I asked my father about
the celestial glue holding stars to the sky.
Why don\'t they just… fall?
Um, well…
This led to a highly detailed explanation.
Engineer at heart, he had a duty to explain all.
Until mother said:
stop bothering him and go to bed.
father.
why would you try
to teach rocket science
to an eight year old?
It sounded like magic.
He called it “science”.
Years later I see no difference.
The stars in the sky are held
by a celestial glue that\'s
just a little different than
what I imagined years ago.
I remember the first time,
two wide eyes so much like mine
looked up and asked in Rohingya:
“Older sister, why does the Moon change?”
When I heard her question,
I recalled my first step I took to feverish curiosity
and my father who unknowingly lit it
How that act gifted me a love of learning.
From the telescopic stars to the microscopic of philosophical brain chemistry
So. Why not answer.
A childish question
in honesty?
I sat with the rest of the refugee girls
and spoke all sorts of science.
Well, you see…