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"my own ignition"
"my own ignition"
(in the lab of my childhood)
In the lab of my childhood…
I held a flake of sodium, bright as mischief,
dropped into water where a hiss became flame.
Glass shimmered violet, then fractured in sparks,
and fear leapt like electrons untamed.
My pulse thundered against the cold bench,
memory erupting in blistering brilliance.
That alkali’s fury taught my young
heart precision can spark chaos,
wonder can scorch the soul.
And in those shards of light,
I found my own ignition.
.
A cold bench, a flake of
A cold bench, a flake of sodium, and a child’s trembling curiosity
—here begins the moment precision and unpredictability fuse.
This poem traces how a playful experiment with alkali and water
became the spark that fractured glass and forged an inner blaze.
What memory sticks out to you, in the laboratory of your childhood?
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