There are moments
—how can I speak of this?—
there are moments
too big to talk about
too big for words
too big to explain.
To speak of it
is to reduce it
to size:
that which has no
limits.
To put it into
words
is to put it into
a box:
that which cannot be
contained.
There are moments when
the unknowable
the unseeable
the untouchable
touches us, and
we see
we know
we experience
the infinite
in a finite
moment.
How can we speak of it?
How can we explain it?
How can we . . . ?
We cannot. And yet . . .
how can we NOT
speak of it?