Memetic Eclosion

Living with an adolescent is
A lesson in metamorphosis
Of a kind peculiar to humans.

The physical changes are minor,
Compared to the whole transformations
Of many sea creatures and insects.

If not warped by serious trauma,
The personality of childhood
Stays visibly, flexibly intact.

But that mind is a maelstrom of minds,
New information and opinions
Swirling like fast-gathering twisters,

Uprooting narrow tracts of ideas,
Spinning with projectile trees and barns,
Odd fence posts, occasional bodies.

The landscape of adolescent thought
Is prairie midwestern, open skies,
Planed horizons, little resistance

To whatever weather comes roaring
From the rotating mind of the world.
Listen well to an adolescent

And watch their eyes as they talk faster.
You can almost see the dolly zoom
As they focus and the background falls.