We are moving away.
Away from Devonshire Drive
where we’d play basketball
in the street, and chase wayward
shots onto the neighbor’s lawn.
Away from sidewalk chalk
and the ice cream truck whistling
“The Entertainer” whenever it drove by.
We are moving from the freedom of infinity
to the prison of knowledge;
from numbers you can cut in half,
to the table of elements.
We are moving to a place flooded by
primordial soup and where
2 + 2 no longer equals 4,
unless you want it to.
To a place where the answers
of the world are not found
in the world, but in ourselves,
whom the world revolves around,
and we are leaving your
basketball hoop behind.
We are leaving your friends
and your favorite chair.
We are leaving love,
Truth,
mystery,
good,
evil,
and God.
And the dog can’t come either.