His name was Robert Ross, Man

There are words

That are like painting

The sky upon the air

There’s no way to do it

And yet, it’s already there

There are worlds

Beyond naming

The cry I didn’t hear

There’s no way it happened

And yet, I was here

Every day is a new question

And exclamation twisted round

Am I seeing a happy tree there

Or is this something else

We just don’t talk about?