There Are Realities that the Mind

​There are realities that the mind
Alone cannot envision, it cannot
Attain (the color of another planet
The bow of an interdimensional yacht)

But the entire you with all 
Your senses, with your goosebumps,
With your dendrites and your nerves,
(Walking through a forest where the stumps

Of the trees, the birds, the whirs
Of the cicadas, the hollow
Of a tree where squirrels reside,
The caw of the crow and the trace of the swallow)

Which require a stream and
A bed of moss, a moon and sun,
We close our eyes and hear the trill
Of the water and blackbird in unison.