Envisioning new words
to something yet unsaid
Or coming to be —
the changes I see —
I’ve learned to clear my head
Of things that keep me
from
stating the obvious.

These opened notes 
from inside my head 
Resent or reread
 Remain marked
“return to sender”
instead.
Because you would know
I am just 
stating the obvious.

If I mention all I’ve seen 
the way we rise and fall…
That to love
and be loved
is finest of all.
Would you notice,
After all,
I am just
stating the obvious.

I would tell of searching horizons and 
circles of the soul.
Seeking truths,
or simple thoughts
Which justify the goal 
and in so doing
find myself,
stating the obvious.

If I wrote mysterious secrets
spirits whispered to the wind.
Reveal the human condition
and the pretense we have been 
all the while
I was just
stating the obvious.

Perhaps
we will find,
in the fullness of time,
All that we yearned for
in song, tint,
and rhyme.

Yet what we can be
most assured of
is that we don’t
really know —

Thus so
I am really only
stating the obvious.