Impulse

Coalitions vie for supremacy
til at last one sends a signal.
Chemicals spill 'cross space and time,
ignite a chain reaction.

It wanders through fissures and gyri,
here a sign, there a fire.
Through sweeping diversions, stops
and changes it reaches
its destination and raises
the singular emotion
of longing.

This is all it takes?
I'll take the mystery back.
These neurons mean nothing--
but the sensation and image
of your hair strewn
on the pillow
while I write wide awake
in my chair
is vastly more complex
and beautiful
then a simple
electrical
impulse.