Sometimes A Cigar

What are we not

            getting?

Is the universe murmuring in

            abstruse symbols

signifying we should do this or

            that?

But maybe there are no

            symbols.

Maybe stars, the flights of geese,

            serendipities, and wonders

are absolutely simple and infinitely

            mysterious

both at once, reality announcing soto voce,

            “Here I Am

                        I Am

                           I Am.”