Fall 2012 • Vol. XXXIV No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 2012 |

The Obvious

Sometimes when the obvious is out there battling to get past its lightweight reputation and offer us what it conceals, little apertures appear, invite the eye. A man can see his wife readying herself to say good-bye; another sees himself hiding behind his photographs of achievement, a tiny replica of a man up on the mantel with his victories. Of course, others have noticed these things for months, years. But how nice, sometimes, not to see the storm coming and blithely walk into it, singing. How nice when we survive our blindness, our stupidities, and manage to get rewarded. Yet the obvious is dangerously everywhere, part of the daily mask and facade. Sometimes it stares back at us, in disbelief that we haven't seen that rose or AK-47. Sometimes it just taps us on the shoulder, revealing what only to us is a revelation.

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