where’s that to be found?

If it’s there, it’s something— 

And when you see it, 

Not just your eyes know it. 

It’s yourself, like they say, you bring. 

 

These words, these seemingly rounded 

Forms—looks like a pear? Is yellow? 

Where’s that to be found?— 

In some abounding meadow? 

 

Like likes itself, sees similarities 

Everywhere it goes. 

But what that means, 

Nobody knows. 

 

[Robert Creeley {1926-2005} '(Lemons) Pear Appears', from Selected Poems, 1945-2005]