I think I may have just remembered
that sometimes,
poetry—
no, sometimes,
art
is meaningful simply because it means
nothing, or
at least very little.
I have tried for so long to be
serious, and write something
important,
put words together in a way that will echo unforgotten
in someone else's mind but these
aspirations are vague and
far too philosophical to mean
much more than patterns found in
tree branches.
I
am a simple poet,
writing simple poems,
and I think we will all be better off
if I give up trying to reimagine stars
and go back to simply
pointing them out,
with a smile and a little laugh,
as if to say—
my smile mischevious now—
"Listen."