Some ideas or feelings

seem completely beyond

articulation;

like a black hole,

you have to infer what’s there

when nothing is visible

by way of what’s arranged on the fringes,

which is likely why

we use words to work out

what’s generated by the jellified

electrical storms we carry in bone cases

on our shoulders

and use examples in the hope

that those images

make other sets of synapses

crackle in the same way,

but I’ve never been able to make anyone else get

the same sensation of beauty and wonder mixed together

I feel when I see

a massive satellite array of antennae on a field,

colossal, concave dishes

synchronized and aimed at the purpose

of investigating the heavens

while simultaneously looking

like a pristine bed of steampunk sunflowers

diligently tended to by an iron giant.

An ex-girlfriend who knew me well never understood

and maybe I don’t either,

with the words I use to describe that image

being as close as I can get

to the deep experience

around which they orbit.