Firsts are important.
A first word, a first image, a first breath.
All were incarnate in you:
Barefoot, mouth agape in chant, a sword hot with energy,
Daring to be different.
Daring to be herself.
Daring to step.
Living how you wanted, you glare ahead.
With metaphysical arguments, and personal anecdotes,
I still love science because of you.
The process of analysing,
The process of chasing knowledge.
The process…of daring to step.
I glare ahead with knowledge of the past.
What potion do you hold?
What words do you say?
You are from different cultures…
You are the apex of your ancestors.
You forge ahead alone if need be.
Which worlds do not bend to your will?
Which gods are proud of you?
When can you teach me yet again?
I hope to meet you one day.
In a well…
In a cave…
In a dale…