But What No One Can Say
As ordinarily extraordinary
And extraordinarily ordinary
As an annular solar eclipse right
At sunrise in sparsely clouded skies—
A thing that has happened many times,
A thing that can be precisely predicted,
A thing that is too rare to ever see
In most entire human lifetimes,
A thing that can be chased and caught,
Given enough resources to waste,
That can seem unearthly and terrifying
If completely unexpected, unexplained,
That can seem like a miraculous gift
If experienced by fluke coincidence,
That has no intrinsic message but
Will be tatted with meanings by us—
This is not the kind of amazement I want.
I wish for an almost opposite awe,
Unpredictable, singular in each instance,
Caught unawares but immune to pursuit,
Earthy, non-miraculous, absurdly unlikely,
What means but what no one can say.
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