Ambush As Opportunity

landscape stories

A poem is an ambush
set inside your head.
Words, phrases, images,
take up position and wait.

It may be easy enough
or it may be obscure.

A reader stumbles in.

The pincers snap shut.

To fight his way clear
he must find a meaning.

Few try and many fail,
retreating to the normal
and safely familiar.

But he who fights on
breaks out into a world,
into a different world,
changed and charged,
never quite the same.

Knowing what can be known.
Stronger for the struggle.
Anxious for the next ambush.
Reading to get to it.

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