The Poet

Tumbling through meanings and perceptions and insinuations. The words cagily dare me to recover my lost footing. Carefully honed ambiguities haunt or seduce or both, while I vainly strive to frame the world with comforting certainty. The poet smiles knowingly and juxtaposes beauty and suffering anew, subtly exposing the frailty of my impregnable worldview. Right when I had everything worked out. Damn that poet.