Ode to the Truth

Poetry does entail
A spiritual practice
If nothing else as
The accidental byproduct
Of the relentless pursuit
Of a full and fair description
Of simple but ineffable truths

Which may be found

In the oddest places

Quite unexpectedly and

By the most ironic of means

Though sadly it may end up

Cutting us most deeply

If we should fail to realize

In our admiring gaze

It’s a two-edged sword

We hold aloft in our hands