Friday, February 16, 2018


is not exclusive to poets or artists.

whatever it is,
seems born of a continuous
I don’t know.

So many so-called religious people know,
and whatever they know
is enough for them once and for all.
They don’t want to find out about anything else,
since that might diminish their faith.

But any knowledge
that doesn’t lead to new questions
quickly dies,
 failing to maintain the temperature
 required for sustaining life.

The little phrase
I don’t know
 flies on mighty wings
expanding our lives
to include the spaces within us
as well as those outer expanses
in which our tiny Earth hangs suspended.

I just don’t know

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