I think staring at you is the closest I’ll be to having a vision.
I scour all of magic, seeking to see what is unseen.
I spend hours, days, weeks, years staring into the moon, staring into the stars, hoping for even a moment’s clarity.
But when I look at you, a grand truth is shown to me.
The veil that blinds me thins,
And the world makes sense
The butterflies flying in the bright sky even as children swipe them away in nets,
The grass growing even if it knows it will be cut down,
Trees pushing up the cement of the sidewalks, refusing to be dominated,
The breeze billowing and blowing even as we poison the air.
Everything that didn’t make sense,
Everything that seemed so odd and unexplainable,
Everything that felt like it was broken and unable to be mended
Somehow, that smile of yours pieces them all together.
Somehow, your laugh decodes every question I’ve ever had.
Somehow, the way you do your hair in the morning fills up the silence that has deafened my ears for years.
Somehow, you remind me
You remind me that not everything needs an answer,
Not everything needs a beginning, middle, and end,
Not everything must be measured,
Not everything must make sense.
You remind me sometimes,
Many of the times,
Most of the time
The answer
Is love.