That New Crayon Smell

the scent of new crayons --

like that sweet inhale while cradling a newborn --

defies description... almost...

it’s a fresh start

potential

opportunity

gratitude for having this new, untouched -- something -- to create with, or to see what wonder it will create this world...

(was I that crayon, once?)

with use, they'll be rounded --

worn down

peeled

broken

stumps.

the smell will dissipate.

they’ll work the same as before, but without the promise and without their point.

(am I that crayon, sometimes?)

but crayons are meant to be used --

to create something that wasn’t here in the world,

before.

(aren’t we as well?)

too bad they can’t see what their use has created.

but I can.

and I know that it’s worth the trade.