A seventeen year old boy believed in a feeling.
across the world, seven continents past
a skeptic nun felt the same.
There was no word in any language
known, forgotten; none.
The feeling was so strange, so alien;
they could but marvel and revel in it.
Bit by bit, all across the seven continents,
the mountains, the seas, cities, whales, skyscrapers
believed the same.
Turtles see a color we can not;
They marveled at this feeling in such totality
The need for language faded.
The need to understand dissolved.
In the world where turtles could see a color we can not.