reveals banal
truths
nothing to provoke,
dispel or evoke
it asks you to stay
in the present
moment
reaching in
reaching out
it contains stories of what’s to come
even as it goes
in search of things past
often,
just words as words,
unpoetic
at other times, words as images,
reflecting, inflecting
deflecting
it takes you only as far as you
want to go