the mind is a curious thing

einstein was a genius, they declare.
and why not? he told us that everything
(i am only stardust,)
is relative
(you are my universe)
.

and they say walt whitman was a genius too,
for celebrating and singing a song
(praises, hymns, dirges and lullabies)
of himself
(life warrants this kind of symphony; wouldn't you agree?)
.

they tell me, now orson welles, he was a genius,
because of black and white and different
(look at it sideways; it will appear to you upside down)
angles
(none are so beautiful as the contours of your palm in mine)
.

but when i have been living mundane
and suddenly, there in the grocery store appears,
sparkling, blue, and all aglow
a digital sea,
and i cannot stop thinking about it for over ninety minutes now —
they haven't declared any such thing:
but i'd say there's a bit of genius in there too.