The Ciphering

Not a moment passes an illegible poem
Doesn’t unfurl itself across the sky. Pardon,

Duras. All the little, legible poems attend
Upon that great sky poem that seems to say nothing,

And again nothing, over and over again.
What you need to know about poems is that they aren’t

Written or spoken, speaking or writing. They are
Readers. They are reading the great sky carefully

Because they can’t make any sense of it at all.
That’s what poems are for. Failing to read sense at all.