I believe there is something else
entirely going on but no single
person can ever know it,
so we fall in love.
It could also be true that what we use
everyday to open cans was something
much nobler, that we’ll never recognize.
I believe the woman sleeping beside me
doesn’t care about what’s going on
outside, and her body is warm with trust
which is a great beginning.
by Matthew Rohrer (b. 1970), copyright © 2001. From Satellite. Reprinted without permission.