Origami Kiss

Dragonflies impossibly maneuver, defying aerodynamics. Obviously, there is something wrong with our calculations, even bumble bees behave like U.F.O’s. Da Vinci, sketched flying machines everything is feasible on paper and we know paper planes can also fly. A child can imagine a flying peddle bike, because they can easily ignore the settled science of gravity. Peddle power is a real thing. Children leave room for the impossible, the way the Wright Brothers did. Rockets were invented by the unimaginative, Jules Verne and comic books misled them. Space travels not about moving through space as if it were actually a distance. When we ask what it is - that nothingness in which objects hang within or fly through, then we will be close to inventing fire once more. The sloth and the snail are not moving slow, the flitting dragonfly, as it sharply veers and turns in an iota of sky is not moving fast. They are all equally synchronized, they just do not consider time as a hurdle but more of a tunnel. I can still recall the taste of that first youthful kiss, it has not slipped away into a nether place, it returns when I call to it, that kiss and many more exclamation marks. A hummingbirds bewildering feats of aviation, though explicable, is no less magical, it should remind us of the origami nature of time, how it folds to accommodate any space even a long ago kiss.