Holding hands like a business meeting

                when I got above the people

                I could see the division of labor.

                The cogs and wooden toy soldiers

                they diversified like moths

                at the first street light.

                Holding hands with each stranger

                never wondering where they

                fit in a machine of

                interlocking fingers.

                The unified theory puzzle pieces

                never fit near

                anthropology or linguistics

                A source of light that

                Produced no heat because

                The gravitational pull.

                Nature diversified the creatures

                Division of labor every niche.

                And now finally

                The educated split:

                                The list is long, getting longer

                Math has nothing to say

to History and English

once just a way to speak,

came through the walls

like condensation, absolute zero

connection to chemistry

of the interlocking fingers.

The unified theory of

                The division of labor.

Naked in a room

Can’t help but see

Where we connect

Nature was once my friend

Held me close every

Time I went outside

Now nature and I don’t speak