The Meaning Of It (Poetry)

I have no idea
what it means — this word
sitting so squarely
in its middle line
rests mysterious

I could look it up
find out exactly
its definition —
interpretation
then not in dispute

Yet it seems a shame
to break its secret
crack it like an egg
when its perfect shape
is so appealing

I’d rather keep it
quite inscrutable
and let its strangeness
roll around my mind
so invent itself

any meaning I
might care to give it
its string of letters
speaking a language
of another kind