Everyday I discover something new

Like that the word silhouette comes from

the name of a French author called Étienne de Silhouette.

Or I find out that I can fast

for three days,

surviving on one poem a day.

I discover that I can imitate the sound of birds, if I try. 

And when I bend my wrist in a certain angle, I discover its artistic potential to be painted. 

I just learnt about the brilliance of my neighbor’s piano playing.

and couple of days ago, I learned how to tell if an egg is rotten or not

(rotten eggs float)

A day after that day, I discovered the miracle that unfolds in the smell of orange blossoms.

It seems that this is the only parameter 

to decide whether a day is over or a new day is born.  

Everyday I discover something new:

yesterday I realized that Prometheus has a brother

-Epimetheus.

Today, I discovered a vault in my heart 

that opens up only when I glimpse the world being shaped:

the sunset, the succulent propagating in the glass on the counter-

Even when I see my neighbor hanging her laundry on the balcony

the clothespins in her mouth, and so engrossed in the action

of drying her garments- she fails to notice me 

noticing the world being formed.

Tomorrow, I will discover a new thing for sure

I entertain the idea for a moment, 

trying to predict the unpredictable.

I will know the taste of Brussels sprouts 

(so I will have to buy them when I go grocery shopping tomorrow)

Or will I taste the flavor of death 

(as the epidemic sweeps the world while I write these words)

Maybe I will find out how it feels to be in love. 

Perhaps, I will discover something about ships that I didn’t know before! 

I can never predict what will I know, because if I do,

then it means that I already know it

and one cannot discover what one already knows.

Making peace with my failure,

I leave the universe to concoct her schemes.