Infinitesimal

"...Tell me: what do you love?" "...Only the smallest things. The most infinitesimal things... I love the way my hair curls into perfect, black spirals. I love that the summer breeze carries particles of energy and love, and makes it easier to breathe. Cranberry juice. The perfect pair of tight jeans. The wind in my hair as I drive over the speed limit, all windows down. The fleeting scent of the unknown flower, which only comes at a certain time, in a certain place. The most excellently fried egg. Fresh spinach, and how easily it wilts. My dearest friend, and the fact that she's realest and most constant person I've ever known. I love...no...I need The Sun. I need it to be my everything. I need to witness its vengeful fight against the cold... I love to be there when The Sun shines despite the turmoil that boils and unfolds, like the mysteries of existence, beneath it. Root beer. The German language, and my limited understanding of it. My freedom, and the infinite liberty which I hold to do with it as I please. Earth, and all of its vastness and endless, gargantuan possibilities. My imagination, or more generally, my mind, and the fact that it can quite literally take me anywhere, the fact that it reaches no bounds, just as the Universe. I love my fear of the exquisite capaciousness of space, and my fear of the sublime deepness of the ocean. I love my front stoop, and the way it allows me to look up, down, out, and forward into the world, which lies before me, just as a feast lies before a king of kings. I love to write poetry, because it gives me the essence of art and understanding and culture and love and spirituality and occasion and purpose. I love that man... God, I love that man. I love his voice, and its steady, southern twang. I love the way he speaks with a sailor's tongue. I love way he walks: shoulders down and back, chest out, pride spread behind him, like a peacock's feathers, long, commanding strides, like a giant, yet more powerful. Spoken Word. The insurmountable command of my emotions over my mind. My waist, my eyes, my mouth, and even sometimes my two crooked front teeth... my darkened skin after hours with The Sun. The fact that every organ, cell, bone, and muscle in my body works fervently everyday, in ways I cannot imagine, to keep me alive and well, breathing and thinking, smiling and living. I just love the simple things. The most infinitesimal things."