i know nothing, and that’s the whole point
and what did it take, in the end? when did it begin? i think
it was drowning in starlight and seeing your face
in the constellations. i think it was when i said that
there are not enough words in all of our tongues
to come close to saying how much i love you and i think
it was where i ended and you began and you ended and i began. i think
there's a certain kind of infinity nobody wants to name,
because naming things takes away their magic. i think
it was burning up in the midday sun with
my blood turning golden with imagined glory and turning
to see you smiling the same wild smile back at me. i think
it was from driving down the highway listening to indigo girls. i think
it was under the light of the blue moon, stranded
in a parking lot out in the countryside, immune to fear
for just a moment because hell, we're all under the same sky after all.
and isn't that a special sort of idea? don't make a word for it.
i'll immortalize my epiphany in my memory, and
there's no need to understand it. there's no need to quantify infinity.