Seeing

One eye opened and a small scrape
of sound came jagged into her ear
like gravel falling through a pvc pipe.

When she was at the traffic light
red glaring into her pupils, her father’s eyes
telling her to stop when all she wanted was go
and she was suddenly being sucked backwards
like the engine was making up its own mind
now after years of abuse and missed car washes
and being topped off too many times and slammed
the engine was now getting its revenge
and she blinked. The car next to hers was pulling forward
and the green of the traffic light was kindly telling her
to pull forward and continue on her journey.

“Observable evidence leads to belief,”
she told me again. And I suddenly felt bad
for all those things we can’t observe.
Poor wind. Poor love.
Poor connection with a friend you can’t explain.
You exist and no one is there to accept you.
Poor thing we don’t see yet.

“We scientists change our minds, if you show us the evidence.”
But what about the things that have happened
that haven’t been accepted.
What about electric bills that get paid when there is no money.
What about Leah’s mom who was on the precipice of death,
about to jump and she was somehow healed and doctor’s were speechless.
What about someone resurrecting from a brutal cross?

I once saw two overlapping squares
and my mom told me it was a cube,
and I did not see it.