subtext

Reason’s an emotion;

as mysterious as love,

or anger, or lust.

Reason’s a comfort,

an assurance, a hope

life can be codified,

can be explained, if

one can be convinced

to listen, then all

will fall into place

like the neat tulip fields

of Holland, colors following

colors, row after row

outside the train’s window,

until the unnatural

seems natural, and my heart

no longer must explain itself.