Maybe it’s my simplicity,
Or could it be my insanity?
But you’re not invisible to me.
I hear your whisper in the Mediterranean Sea breeze as it cools my skin,
And your passion in the same-named sun that brings the heat again.
I see your power in the crashing waves, your ravishing ways.
Rolling over my mind, my heart—my eyes see you.
I don’t see the dogma that curls the fists of nations
I don’t feel the frustration.
I don’t see the exclusivity of political partisan fight.
I don’t see Left; I don’t see Right.
I don’t see the chapters and verses.
I don’t hear exclamations of curses.
I don’t see my way is better than what you believe.
But I see you—
Plain and simple—
Glorious and complex—
You’re not invisible to me.