The arc of a life is the rational part.
We have the proof of our eyes of the shape of who you are.
We are excited by the rainbow’s colors,
by it’s obviousness.
It’s just a trick of the light,
a coincidence of sunshine and water and eyes.
It is the light unseen,
in life and in words,
that is only felt, innocent of proof:
a coincidence of passion and love and honesty.