He felt it in his fingers.
It followed him at home and school,
and slept all around his house
when he slept. There was newness
in the fields of words he found
when he opened a book in the morning,
and in the face of every student
in his classes. All his thoughts
were new, even if he didn’t know it,
and there was nothing but new light
in every unfolding moment,
although he sometimes didn’t see it,
didn’t see the flash of lightning
in the center of every occurrence.
