Clear in the Moment

Poetry is, among other things
plain thought
A communication of moments
one to one
And yet it's fashionable
and publishable
to obscure a vision
in labyrinthine language
Creating a kind of metered
crossword puzzle

Labored over, Webster and Roget
in hand
Wandering and lost
in poet's fluttered thought
A run through fields
a waving of gauzy nets
hoping to pin down
the chloroformed specimen
Waiting for Godot in the pages
of New Yorker

E equals MC squared
is such a simple concept
The formulation and proof
beyond the capability
of our more ordinary mind
An envelope pushed
True poetry in the complication
of Einstein's mind
Simpy presented as a gift
clear in the moment