On ineffability

The first and only time I really got stung, it hurt, a lot.

But it died pretty soon after, so that was good,

and the pain eventually went away.

I'm more careful about that kind of thing now, or maybe conscious.

And as I got up, I stood in awe

for the glorious sight in front of my eyes.

Running, baking, praying, and dancing

all simultaneously with such grace, and I couldn't help but smile.

With experience on my side, and somewhat of a chip on my shoulder,

I try not to move as to not disturb the beauty.

What now?

So many reasons, yet some ineffable.

I open my mouth as if to speak, but I'm muted.

Muted by my past and my future.

I'll never forget, and I hope that memory is shared.