Small alef; poetry 2

It’s like this
and like this –
an old man like me
doesn’t come with a single version
a word rattling around in an empty bottle –

First: the obvious
then the less obvious
the secret —
to arrive where we began
the plain sense
surfaces having released their opacity.

Transparent.

We know this
every now and again
about every
thing.

jsg, usa

Small alef; poetry
Maqam Saba