A Wholly Unnecessary Poem For A Barely Necessary Poem

it states its business
explicitly, lets us all know
what it’s going to do.
each word carries ten others with it
designed to make it clear and ten more
after it’s gone
to explain
what came before.
every image embroidered,
every step cast in plaster
for further examination,
every seam
and link indicated
and explicated.
so why should I try to listen
when I’m being spoonfed?

please, just once,
let me hear a poem that makes me
jump after its meaning
in the silences it contains within itself.
let me chew it slowly.
let it go down a little at a time
and nourish me only after it’s been
well-digested.
I can wait
for the meaning to settle.
trust me when I say
I will get it without you
needing
to make sure
I get it. I’m hungry,
but I can wait
for a good meal.