all this fiddle.
-Marianne Moore
The truth is
that art isn't
worth all that much.
The laundry is
far more important
than poetry;
a picture's 1000
word minimum
is short work for autofill.
But still,
there is something
beyond pleasure
in the slightest accord
between violin strings.
It's in the way
the whole thing shimmers
where its parts
made no difference,
or else strained
in imitation;
the way a lack
of explanation
satisfies our yearning
for inconsequence.
A poem has no instructions,
but once read,
achieves summation—
a baby's cry
means nothing, but delivers
consolation.
