Silence is so Accurate
-Mark Rothko

When we argue
my heart retreats
to the space
where only the silence
of mountains moving
fills my ears.
I float across the empty savannahs
before humans walked upright.

I try to reach forward in time
to touch the walls of your heart
before the eons of running water
split us as wide
as the Grand Canyon.

Even though I do what I do
and you often feel change is impossible,
remember, time didn’t exist
before the Big Bang
and quantum particles constantly appear
out of nothing.

What is the world of our hearts
if not pure magic?