The Meaning of Simplicity

I hide behind simple things so you'll find me;
if you don't find me, you'll find the things,
you'll touch what my hand has touched,
our hand-prints will merge.

The August moon glitters in the kitchen
like a tin-plated pot (it gets that way because of what I'm saying to you)
it lights up the empty house and the house's kneeling silence--
always the silence remain kneeling.

Every word is a doorway
to a meeting, once often cancelled,
and that's when a word is true: when it insists on the meeting.

--Yannis Ritsos (translated from the Greek by Edmund Keeley)