An Ode To My Space
Morgan Mitchell
"Take up space" I hear you cry.
Something, as a woman, I find hard to define.
Not least because I know just what space within which I reside.
A neuron - a brain cell.
And Schwann cells, and myelin, and nodes of Ranvier, and dendrites, and axons, and - wow is that what my brain's made up of.
Who knew?!
Who knew my space was as intricate as this?
Highways, pathways and hubs.
Connections, networks and buds.
Trees, tracks and trunks.
The brain.
My brain.
In all its wonder and fragility,
Makes me - every ounce and morsel -
Shrouded in an ever-flexible simplicity.
No, but literally,
It's called plasticity.
The brain's ability to react, adapt and change.
Each a vessel carrying within it the capacity for great multiplicity.
Wrapped up within them a sweet soliloquy
And turned towards a defiant divinity -
That is me.
So when someone says, "Take up space."
I will think -
Maybe even with a smile on my face,
"But I have this space."
This space is me.
I am home.