i’ve seen more art
in the human eye than
in all the museums
in the world—

immediate and untranslated,
indomitable and raw.

a gallery of masterpieces
drawn from hearts that beat
in silent solitude
until they meet
another gaze and find
the light of laughter
bursting in bouquets
of stirring color,
or the tears that
pool in lashes,
shimmering like
wild grass dew.

when the lie of language fails me,
i find my art in you.

This poem originally appeared in the 2009 collection Sixty-Six.